There’s a particular kind of quiet that happens when a man is surrounded by people and still feels completely alone, and I lived inside that quiet for a long time before I ever had a name for it. I sat down with Lisa Lacey on Notes from the Edge and we went...
There’s a client I mentioned in this conversation who spent a whole weekend on a ski trip with guys he’s known since he was five years old, right in the middle of a painful separation, and not one of them brought it up the entire time. He came home...
What happens when a man finally stops abandoning himself just to keep everyone around him comfortable? That question sits underneath most of what came up in this conversation, starting with my own story. I grew up in a family of neglect, not much physical touch, not...
I spent my teenage years watching other guys wrestle and touch each other easily, cracking jokes with their whole bodies, while mine simply refused to do any of that. Girls were the terrifying part. My body would lock up, I’d freeze, I’d ruminate for hours...
There’s a very specific kind of panic that shows up in a young man’s body around attraction, sweaty palms, a throat that won’t open, a mind spinning through everything you could say and none of it coming out. That’s where I started this...
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