“It was bad that they owned slaves.” My son looked at me, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. “Why,” I asked. “Why was it bad?” He groaned and rolled his head back. The assignment was to read an article on the founding of the United States of America…

I still remember the stop sign, distorted in the waves of heat rising from the asphalt. My grandfather and I sat on his porch, a glass of iced tea in my left hand, condensation sliding down the side. “There was this clearing.” His voice flowed deep and scratchy in my…

“What would happen if your future self came to you and told you that everything you want to see happen was going to happen? Would you believe them?” Ben Hardy I read in the car before work every morning, usually a book geared towards self improvement or study. …

One of my favorite writers, Ben Hardy, has examined this concept extensively. Time is a distance. It is not how long you are going, but how far you move as a person. Are you the same person you were yesterday? …

Writer Harry Enten published an article released on cnn.com today with the title “Record Unhappiness Reigns as Americas Think Something has gone Awry in US.” You can find it here. The gist of Enten’s short article is that, since May, we’ve gotten more upset as a whole. He sites a…

She stayed up late last night looking at a list of names. This list is more than one hundred people. She looks down the list as her cell phone alerts sound. Facebook, text messages, questions. She puts the phone down and goes back to the list. Her list is not…

“No actor forgets the times he couldn’t get a job. I think everyone doing this operates from that fear. You don’t want that momentum to stop when you get it” — Ben Affleck It was a late August evening. I knelt behind a dugout fence watching my son on the…

My son is eleven years old and he has anxiety. Not just worries or concerns. His triggers can be large or small. Change plans and you’ll create an emotional response. …

“This is for you.” I remember the sun shining from the front glass windows. There was a person signing in to my right. I sat at the welcome desk. My eyes tracked to the outstretched hand that held a note. The note said the person had taken a large amount…