Be Grateful I Don't Beat You
One of my closest friends grew up in a messed-up family. His father was abusive, often beating his mother and the kids. His mom was manipulative, probably as a
One of my closest friends grew up in a messed-up family. His father was abusive, often beating his mother and the kids. His mom was manipulative, probably as a
I always looked elsewhere for a lead, and now I see my son doing it. He’s three. Don’t know if all three-year-olds are like this, coz
When I was 15, my parents sent me to Vienna for two weeks to improve my German. They arrived at the summer house where I spent, well, all of my
When a thirteen-month-old knocks a glass off the table and it breaks on the floor, the first reaction might be fear or anger, but punishing him would be
On my usual dog walk route, there are six tennis courts, pressed right up against the fence, and I am fairly sure every child on them could beat me. Every
People like to say nobody is ready to be a parent. They are right, but only about stuff like how to change a diaper or how to function on a
Over 40 years ago, my grandparents built a vacation house near a natural spring where a pool complex was built. A month ago, I took my son there to have
A couple of weeks ago, I took my son to a park with a small stage, maybe a meter high. He saw kids running and tumbling up there, and he
She gave me thirty minutes of everything that was wrong with me. I took all of it. She wasn't attacking me. She was falling apart near me.
A friend used "I'm good" the way people say it to strangers. Smooth, final, polished by repetition. It kept him protected, but also unreachable.
I drew my father as a sloth on a stack of books. He laughed and hung it up. Only later did I realize the drawing was about me too.
During a psilocybin trip I kept repeating one sentence. It sounded like something you'd find on a candle. I spent years resisting it.