Seventeen years. Seventeen. Years. I repeated the words slowly to myself today in Starbucks as I considered our anniversary (insert pithy comment about a typical male not being home on his anniversary here). Three thoughts come to mind when I ponder the last seventeen years with my wife: Boy have we …
We Are Not Okay Even When We Say We Are Great
“How are you doing?” “I’m good, great actually. How about you?” “No complaints!” This is the most repeated lie in the world today. The truth is much more complex. Maybe one person in this conversation is struggling with depression and wondering if it will cost them a job. Perhaps the other …