Fine art prints on acid free archival paper.


“I remember being called a ‘crybaby’ when I was a little kid. Then, in fourth grade, I cut my leg playing at school. When I came home & showed my parents the scar, I remember being so proud of myself because I didn’t cry. I was finally toughening up and growing into a man. I didn’t let myself cry again until I was well into adulthood. In hindsight, all I was doing was suppressing my feelings, making myself emotionally unavailable, and not letting myself heal. Now when I cry I’m thankful, I understand it’s part of the process and I’m grateful to have something that I care about enough to cry over. I love who I am and I will never be a robot. Dads, let your boys cry. And it’s OK for you to cry too.”


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