When I Close the Door

What am I doing to my kids? How can I help them understand? I want to be with them. I want to snuggle with them, hold them, comfort them, laugh with them. ...But I can't.

Fruitful in the Land of My Affliction

Last March, Spring Break. I can feel it coming as I leave the city limits on my way to a long-planned vacation with the kids. It's a growing sense of trepidation, hovering over me, threatening like a black wave, trembling in place, poised to wreck its ruin...