Bella's Story
 
Masturbation...it was years before I could actually say that word out loud. I hated it. It represented everything dirty, vile, and wrong with me. It shouted to the world my secret shame, my secret vice, my secret best friend. A best friend that I had known from my earliest memory. A best friend I had tried to get rid of, tried to deny, tried to hide, for years, only to return to, time and time again.  Read more 
 

Hero
 
Every son wants his father to be a hero. I learned that lesson only recently when I discovered how desperately I wanted to respect and honor my own father, and how I wanted those blessings from him in return. Fathers play a crucial part of our development, and when that formative responsibility crumbles, children are left to pick up the broken pieces and put them back together without knowing how they all fit.  Read more