A Father’s Reflection: Teaching My Son Vulnerability through My Struggle with Depression
Four years ago, I was diagnosed with depression. It was scary. I had no safe place, no castle to retreat to and regroup. That’s the
Four years ago, I was diagnosed with depression. It was scary. I had no safe place, no castle to retreat to and regroup. That’s the
We asked Jodi and Dave Hansen (Dave is a CBE board member) to reflect on their journey raising two sons, defying role expectations, and discovering
I’ll never forget the moment I found out that I was having a boy. This was my first child, and, I must admit, I had
As a toddler, my son Jon* was politely referred to as “a handful.” There was no door he couldn’t open, no ladder he couldn’t climb,
Every night we gather with our four boys, ranging in age from one to nine years old, and read a Bible story that was specifically
I was the tallest kid in my middle school. I got good grades. I was athletic enough that I was never among the last picked
I’m blessed to be called “Nana” by four delightful grandchildren so far, two of whom are girls. Aviella is four years-old, an enthusiastic force to
Several weeks ago, my husband John and I watched The Breakfast Club with Emma and Lucas. I initially questioned whether or not the film would be good
I’m sixty-five years old. In the time and culture in which I grew up, equality for women just didn’t exist—not in the church and not
In the quiet evening hours, once my littles are sound asleep, I find myself in the early stages of sermon writing. It’s the stage where