It was a warm afternoon in the early Fall. Adam was probably 5 years old and sat comfortably relaxing in his lawn chair, watching…
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Walking into the store, holding 5-year-old Lauren’s hand, I paused. Furrowing my brow and quietly muttering, “OK. Now what am I here for?”…
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People often say it’s impossible to understand the intensity of feelings that come with parenthood until you hold your own child for…
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“So, what do you think empathy means?” I casually asked my 11-year-old son, bustling out the door one Sunday morning. “It means…