Raising Boys Made Me Better

Raising Boys Made Me Better

I wanted girls too. I just did not get any. And now, having raised six boys, I am not sure I would have known what to do with a daughter anyway. Boys I understand. Boys I can work with. And these six have made me want to be better every single day. Fatherhood is the...
Own Your Stuff in Therapy

Own Your Stuff in Therapy

I am going to tell you why therapy did not work the last time you tried it. It probably had very little to do with the therapist. It did not matter where they went to school, how long they had been licensed, whether they were an intern or a twenty-year veteran, what...
Face Your Defects

Face Your Defects

I have so many defects of character that it is embarrassing. I know what most of them are. And someday soon I am going to sit down and list every single one of them on paper, talk them over with someone I trust, and look at them without flinching. That is not a...
Be Grateful for Yourself

Be Grateful for Yourself

I am thankful for myself. I know how that sounds. But stay with me, because this is one of the most important things I have learned in forty-five years of living, and it took most of those years to figure out. Of course there are people I love and cherish and feel...
When the Tank Is Empty

When the Tank Is Empty

Some days the tank is completely empty. Not low. Not running on fumes. Flat empty. The kind of tired that sleep does not fix, because it is not physical. It lives somewhere deeper than muscles and rest. It is the weariness of a man who has been carrying things that...
Strong Enough to Be Wrong

Strong Enough to Be Wrong

The smartest guy in the room is often the most dangerous one, especially when he’s wrong and doesn’t know it. Most men have a reflex built into them from the time they were boys: protect the position, defend the call, never back down. And for a while, that...