by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
My youngest son is a lot like me—he pretty much organizes his life around avoiding physical pain and discomfort. So, when he got pink eye, and the doctor ordered us to put antibiotic drops in his eye, I wondered if we could just lock him in his room for a week until...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
The night before my parents dropped me off at Penn State University for graduate school, my father tried to encourage me. Perhaps noticing my anxiety about starting from scratch socially, he told me I was likeable and people would want to be with me. I retorted,...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
What if our mistakes, flaws, imperfections and mess aren’t our biggest problem? What if our biggest problem is the story we tell ourselves about them? And what if there was a place where we could go, to hear a different story? The to-do list when you’re launching a...
by Dr. Kelly Flanagan | Artisan Blog
It’s 9pm, and I walk in the door still carrying the weight of a day at my office. The kids are already in bed, eyelids heavy but holding out for a “goodnight” from Daddy. My wife is tired but smiling and happy to see me. And I don’t want any of it. I stomp around,...
