The difficult thing is that vulnerability is the first thing I look for in you and the last thing I'm willing to show you. In you, it's courage and daring. In me, it's weakness.
I love to take, process and share photos - it fills me up.
When we're looking for compassion, we need someone who is deeply rooted, is able to bend and, most of all, embraces us for our strengths and struggles.
I can encourage my daughter to love her body, but what really matters are the observations she makes about my relationship with my own body.
When the people we love stop paying attention, trust begins to slip away and hurt starts seeping in.
Our need for certainty in an endeavor as uncertain as raising children makes explicit 'how-to-parent' strategies both seductive and dangerous.
Ironically, parenting is a shame and judgment minefield precisely because most of us are wading through uncertainty and self-doubt when it comes to raising our children.
Anonymous comments? You're not in the arena, man. If you can't say it to me in person in front of my kids, don't say it.