When the handwritten message on the wall became clear that our marriage was finished before we actually crossed the finished line (the “till death do us part” part), I was in such emotional turmoil I wanted to put some distance between me and the pain. I craved escape. Thinking out loud I said the same …
Treating Timidity (part two)
Lion-slaying in snowy pits “Dad,” my son asked proudly, “do you want to see my new tattoo?” “Umm,” I’m not really into tattoos, especially the ones that cover whole limbs or trunks, but in order to be supportive – at least not combative – I feigned approval, “yeah, Luke, sure." He pushed his sleeve over …
