Sometimes people aren't very nice. Or rather they're not considerate and intentional with their words and the implications of such.

People are hurting. And hurt people hurt people.

It really is that simple.

How many tears have I cried over these things? How many have a held back? Stoic - as they begin to eat me alive from the inside out.

When I die, I hope no one ever says, ‘he was such a nice guy.’

I had reconnected with an old friend and we were discussing the complexity of relationships over plates of tacos (so essentially, it was a perfect night for me).

The hearts of men have been on my mind quite a bit recently. As this thing grows and expands and it’s reach becomes out of my grasp, I’m getting more feedback. About half of that comes from men. The men are sending me ideas for guest posts, they are sharing my work with their peers and private Facebook groups. They want more and they want to talk about their hearts and relationships.