The Gift That Anchored Me
I began questioning my identity as early as I can remember. For decades, I believed something was wrong with me. But there was one thing I never questioned — I belonged.
I began questioning my identity as early as I can remember. For decades, I believed something was wrong with me. But there was one thing I never questioned — I belonged.
There’s a version of my story where I disappear. Where the divorce breaks me and I check out. That version almost happened.
Have you ever paid $2,000 for a chair? Me either. But I almost ruined one — and a priceless moment — over something as insignificant as a chair.
People always ask how I ended up adopting three kids as a single dad. The honest answer? I didn’t plan any of it.
When I became a single dad, it was the last thing in the world I imagined facing in that season