Resources

I used to have a phone full of my son. Not pictures, though I had those too. I mean contact entries. Numbers stacked like Jenga blocks. Street outreach workers and shelter phone numbers. A friend who spotted him on the corner by the Kroger. The officers who understood that turning him in was not betrayal.

As a parent, I have spent years being afraid. Too much of my parenting was driven by fear—shaping my decisions, tightening my grip, and setting the emotional thermostat of our home.
I didn’t know how to stop being afraid, because the things other parents only worried might happen?
They were actually happening to our c





