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Somewhere along the line, I’d developed a disdain for crying. Weeping was a sign of weakness. Tears displayed a hole in your armor, a flaw or defect in your character. Crying was for sissies.  Growing up, my brother Bruce had the reputation as being the cry baby of our family. I felt sorry for him.…

Not all of us may have the role of motherhood, but we all have a mother. She may still be living or already dead, and our memories of her might be fond or indifferent. But, no matter how we remember our mothers, or how we relate to their presence or absence, their influence in our…

In the different interviews I’ve given, the interviewee has asked the question, “What caused you to explore the need to forgive your dad?” I briefly share that the catalyst was our oldest son. When he rebelled against everything we’d taught him, the worst in me came out. It is hard to say if I ever…

None of us are exempt from encountering trials and tribulations in this world. We are not living in paradise, utopia or seventh heaven. Though personal contentment is plausible, it gets interrupted when the unexpected occurs.      The Greatest Disruption Though my life as a kid was not perfect the imperfections were tolerable because my…