Do you ever find yourself saying or thinking “I want to be understood. I don’t want to be judged, I want to be seen for who I am”?

You’ve grown, changed your mindset, and have embarked on a journey of the mind and body that’s all your own, right? But still your friends, family or co-workers just don’t get it - or you.

With another Father's day arriving today, what does it mean to you? Will you be celebrating, quietly remembering, or is it just another Sunday for you?

She’s family, so there’s blood tying you together. But every time she calls, you wind up feeling gutted.

You love him, but you spend more time crying over the words you write in your journal than you spend laughing (and you know from past experience that the quality of your relationships with guys is inversely proportional to how much time you spend writing in your journal).

You’ve known each other for years. You once called her your best friend. But you realize you continually have expectations of her she fails to meet.

I was only seven when my parents hired a chimneysweep to wipe out the cobwebs on our brick flue. They didn’t expect him to stumble into a nest of four baby squirrels so tiny they had veiny, bluish, hairless skin and fused eyes. The chimneysweep brought the nest of baby squirrels into our house, but my mother insisted we must put them back, that maybe their mother would return for them, and that if she didn’t, perhaps it was God’s will for them to die.