We are really bad at waiting. We see our disdain for and discomfort in waiting really clearly in our kids. As adults, we simply mask our impatience in more creative, socially-acceptable ways. Recently, I have made the mistake of telling Whittaker that we are going to an Atlanta United match for our annual Boys Weekend.…
In our generation, there is no more enduring and scarring mental monument to the utter and absolute destruction of flooding than Hurricane Katrina. Katrina made landfall somewhere east of New Orleans in August of 2005, and despite its category 3 rating, its rains overpowered the city’s levees and left New Orleans under water. Because most…
To say that you have gained something from my suffering, to claim some benefit has come to you at my expense—that your perspective has changed or that you have a renewed appreciation for your lot in life—is to cheapen my suffering. It is to commodify it for your consumption at my cost. To glean gain…
One of my most vivid memories of family vacations growing up was the stuff of which parents’ nightmares are made. Everything ended up well, and it wasn’t Us level in the sense of horror, but it made its mark on an otherwise really good beach vacation. My middle brother was floating on a pool raft…
Sorrow of sorrows, each moment passes and grief grows. I sit in darkness alone. I rock back and forth as my soul groans. Here I find myself acquainted with grief. Here I sit in darkness and disbelief. Why did you take her so soon? Why did death wrap her in its cocoon? No one is…
We live in a world of constant comparison. It’s a chaotic, unending cycle, and it’s driving us mad. We compare childcare practices like, “I would never feed my child that”—whatever that is. We compare our neighborhoods like, “I would never live in that neighborhood—whatever and wherever that neighborhood is.” We compare our social media likes…