Managing the storms of parental anxiety

When my wife was pregnant with our daughter, Hope, fatherhood was still somewhat of an abstraction for me. Infant clothes, onesies, diapers and baby furniture began filling the room that would become a nursery, but I was still pretty oblivious to what

Quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep

When I was small, I was fascinated by a framed cross-stitch hanging on a wall in my parents’ home. I read the words over and over, even setting them to my own tune. “Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow … for

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