For years I believed that I was just a naturally “nice” person. Now don’t think that I’m informing you that I’m NOT a nice person, I...

It’s 1974. I’m 5 years old, and my parents divorced a few years prior. My mom is living in a world that is not yet used to the word...

My son is difficult. Not a little difficult but majorly. Yesterday we had a blow out fight where I was clearly right and he had, by...