Turning The Blues into Blessing
The scissors flew past my face. “I hate you,” my daughter screamed. “I wish you were dead!”
3 Ways to Fight the Good Fight
I remember the day well. Our third family therapist in three years greeted me and my husband with a
smile as she led us into her office. I forced a smile back but my frowns, crinkled above my nose, likely betrayed my
true thoughts. Will you be the magic one who can help us make our adopted daughter behave?
A Place to Focus When Feeling Discouraged
My boys unleashed pent up emotions towards their sister. Their arms flailed as they spewed, “You’re not my real sister. You don’t belong in our family. I hate you.” Their eyes blasted bullets as they browbeat her. They even banged the house walls in frustration.