Crossroads
Trauma always leaves a mark. We can act unscathed, maintain appearances, deftly manage the expectations others place on us. We can say all the...
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I live in Frankfort, Kentucky. In the same house my wife and I once lived, in a town that once felt like home. I know the buildings and the trees...
Read moreThe Misery Cycle
Let’s get something straight from the onset: When a great loss occurs, especially those shocking, out-of-order losses that our culture...
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