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 →