He Has No Shame… So Why Do I?

Sometimes I keep Owen hidden – or at least I worry that I do. Sometimes I feel like I’m parading him around – or at least I’m concerned that I do. It is hard to know the reasons or motives or emotions behind so many of the choices I make these days.  There are so [ Read More ]

I Don’t Know My Son.

I have a secret to share.  I don’t really know Owen.  Not very well, at least. He is my son.  He is mine, and my heart knows him – I could recognize his cry from across a football field full of screaming fans (and tell you if it is his hurt cry, his mad cry, [ Read More ]