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As a single mother of two boys, now 12 and 17, I made an early, intentional choice: I would raise them to talk about their feelings. I wanted them to cry without shame, name their emotions, and understand that vulnerability wasn’t a weakness, but a form of strength.That choice shaped…

My two teenage sons — 16 and 18 —have recently joined a gym and are focusing their time on strength training.Instead of asking “What’s for dinner?” they now say, “What protein are we having tonight?”Since they started strength training, the pull-up bar is a permanent fixture on the laundry room…

When my son was little, I was afraid of him growing up. I knew it was going to happen and it was the natural order of things for him to leave the nest, but I envisioned myself being sad as I lost my baby boy more and more. My son…