Poverty is a cultural experience. It shapes our view of ourselves, our view of the world around us, and our view of God. I grew up poor. By poor I mean having a “camp out” with candles and flashlights because the electric bill couldn’t be paid, going to the dentist once every 4 years because… Read more »
A teenage boy sat across from me for his initial therapy intake. Head down and foot tapping, I was pretty certain he could hear the clock ticking as loud as I could. “So enough of this assessment junk, what’s something really cool that I should know about you?” For maybe the first time in an… Read more »
There’s a wall in our house that will serve an important purpose in just a few months. I saw it the first day we walked through and decided to call this house our home. Right now it’s just a boring grey wall, but soon it will be covered in smeared pencil marks and initials marking… Read more »