When I found my father’s journals, I knew I had to stop running away from mental illness.
After a period of worry that I had somehow caused his breakdown, I began to worry that I had inherited his “illness” and I would grow up to follow in his footsteps.
There are two intersecting trends that are changing the ways men and women live and love. I see these changes in my friends and family and in the clients who come to me for marriage and family counseling. These changes have taken place, for the most part, under the radar of our awareness but they
I’m still reeling with the shock of yet another mass murder in the U.S. As we learn more about what happened in Orlando, like many of you I want to do something to prevent the next tragedy. Many people will offer ideas and solutions and I’d like to share my own. I call this a
Many of us have been wounded by our father’s lives. For some we experienced abuse growing up. For others we dealt with neglect. Many of us were abandoned physically or emotionally. For most of us, we wanted a more loving, connected father than we experienced. Many of our fathers died too soon. The first wound
I’ve been looking for real, lasting love all my life. I’ve also been on a mission to change the world. Recently those two desires have come together and I’d like to share the story. The impetus to write this article came from a recent post I read by the editors of The Good Men Project.
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