Hanging in There

Written by Mary Foulger The last time that I saw my son alive, I told him to go to hell. Of course, that was never what I wanted him to do, but I was so frustrated with him. I felt like he expected so much of his father and me, his mother, but so little... Continue Reading →

I Don’t Really Want to Hurt My Child

Written by Kathy Collard Miller   Darcy's training pants were wet again. Again!   Marching over to my two-year-old daughter, I directed her into the bathroom. As I struggled to pull down the soaking pants, I felt a rush of frustration and a sense of failure.   "Darcy, you're supposed to come in the bathroom and... Continue Reading →

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