For most people Father’s Day is made of sugary sweetness; of crayon-adorned cards and handmade gifts, of close embraces and tender words, ugly ties and lazy lunches and unapologetic kisses. For most people it is
That phrase. We’ve all received it personally gift-wrapped by well-meaning friends, caring loved ones, and kind strangers. It usually comes delivered with the most beautiful of intentions; a buffer of hope raised in
Someone recently said that I seem angry lately, that I’ve become decidedly negative, my demeanor abrasive and combative. For a split second I thought that he might be right, but realized
This is a message to all the brave, exhausted soldiers out there doing battle. Those fighting hand to hand, their silent, internal civil war. As with all wars, the trenches are bloody and brutal and
For most people Father’s Day is made of sugary sweetness; of crayon-adorned cards and handmade gifts, of close embraces and tender words, ugly ties and lazy lunches and unapologetic kisses. For most people it is
That phrase. We’ve all received it personally gift-wrapped by well-meaning friends, caring loved ones, and kind strangers. It usually comes delivered with the most beautiful of intentions; a buffer of hope raised in
Someone recently said that I seem angry lately, that I’ve become decidedly negative, my demeanor abrasive and combative. For a split second I thought that he might be right, but realized
This is a message to all the brave, exhausted soldiers out there doing battle. Those fighting hand to hand, their silent, internal civil war. As with all wars, the trenches are bloody and brutal and