My Mom used to have my brother and I hug and say sorry when we were fighting. I hated it. I went through the motions without the...

God, I’m lucky! That’s what I was thinking as I lay nude on a lounger in someone’s backyard. My gaze turned to a willow’s waving...

I’m on a conscious battle with the people pleaser within. It’s been a useful attribute. Growing up my parents had their cares to brood...