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Like Mother, Like Daughter
One of my favorite photos shows my toddler son sitting on my desk, gripping a pen in his chubby hand, scribbling in one of my notebooks with a look of utter concentration. He grew up with a penchant for telling stories, and although his chosen media are not the same as mine, I love that he feels comfortable sharing his creativity with the world.
I imagine that’s how my friend Lisa feels about her daughter, Fiona. They both threw caution to the wind and tried something new recently. And then they both wrote with vulnerability and charm about what they did. The situations are totally different, but I think you’ll agree that jumping off a cliff might actually be the easier of the two adventures.
First-Person Writing About Addiction
Many of my friends have successfully overcome addition. So many I’ve lost count. And my guess is that most of our mutual friends don’t know anything about the challenges in their past. I understand and respect that it’s a private matter. But I also know through personal experience how powerful the stories of sobriety can be when told in public. Here are two of them.
Nature v Nurture x Two
This father was prepared for his role in nurturing twin “mini-beasts” when his daughters made their appearance on April Fool’s Day 2024. What he wasn’t prepared for was the realization that they were by nature already distinct from each other. It led him to an insight that shook up everything he had believed before: “Our greatest work as humans is to reveal that vitality, that exceptionalism in ourselves and to inspire the same in others.”
One Year Into a Heartwarming Journey That No One Wants to Be On
In 2023, a little boy named Logan was hit by a car. But I don’t want you to think about his life as a tragedy. He is full of joy, and his grandmother is full of determination to help him achieve his full potential. I’m honored to have been entrusted with their story.
Translating the Sights of the Holidays for Those with Vision Impairments
When my son was diagnosed with red-green colorblindness as a teenager in 2019, fall colors were at their height. I suddenly understood why he had always been meh about the changing leaves—unless they happened to be vibrant yellow. In the past three years, I’ve learned a great deal about my son’s visual experiences, and I’m better (but nowhere near perfect) at skipping past colors and identifying the many other sensory delights during the winter holidays.