Bullies are bastards.  Last year, my son had some problems with the boys at school. A kid who had been one of his best friends at the beginning of the school year had become his biggest bully by the end. For months, my son came home upset and crying. The kid who was...

When I hit publish on my post last Tuesday, I knew I was taking a risk. Putting myself back online in such a personal way-- and talking about the problem no less-- kind of felt like painting a bulls-eye on my back. But I still needed to do it. The oppression of the...

First things first...I'm not a painter. Just to get that out in the open. I'm not really trying to become Picasso, but I am trying to become a better version of me. I can't tell you how many years I spent trying to stuff a round peg into a square hole. Let's recap my...