• June 19, 2011
In my darkest days, it all came down to one word: Safety. How badly I wish I could remember it all. I don’t. I remember generalities, I remember very specific anecdotes, mostly I remember the snippets of conversation where men in a safe environment told a highly personalized version of the exact same story. It always began with safety. Safety leads to conversation, conversation leads to honesty, honesty leads to trust, trust leads to love. Read More