My Son Shut The Door In My Face—By Morning, I Knew Why

I’d helped my son find himself again.

Jessica moved to Oregon last year. She emails occasionally, blaming everyone but herself. I don’t wish her harm. I wish her self-awareness. But that’s not my battle anymore.

My battle is over.

Here’s what I learned through all of this:

Love doesn’t quit. Even when doors close. Even when your own child turns against continue reading …