After the Storm Has Passed

A plural family/system can look remarkably functional after hours of invisible work. This is what one morning of panic, freeze, relationship, regulation, affection, prayer, food, and finally getting up looked like from inside the Treehouse.

A Letter from the Treehouse

We are a plural family/system of nine people sharing one body: Dad and his eight sons. This is the letter we wrote when we were frightened, needed help, and asked a trusted friend to help us cross the threshold. It became something else too: the first raindrop of Notes from the Treehouse.