This post was sponsored by Clorox. When my children were small, I tried my best to veer away from talking about certain bodily functions. I mean, it's so unsophisticated. It's lacking in decorum. I'm above poop jokes. And then I realized . . . I need to talk about this stuff. Because, with 4 kids 4 and under, it sometimes felt as if a biohazard was taking over my life. If I wrote a memoir of those years, it could be called Adventures in Poop. Or Thank You, Jesus, for Clorox.  I had to . . .

India and Kembe, our "twins", turned 10 last week. I can't believe I've now got three kids in the double digits. Three tweens! Lord help us all. There is a lot of puberty in my future. Although, to be honest, I am really loving this phase of life we are in. Not yet teenagers, yet everyone can wipe their own butt and pack their own lunch. It’s the sweet spot. Man, they were cute when they were 4. This was their first party together: Kembe had just come home from Haiti and was a . . .

What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here.  Today’s guest post is anonymous. Photo by: Christian Gertenbach  Over a decade ago my neck was sprained by "locker room talk." I developed an eating disorder that summer. I switched colleges . . .

He's conservative. I'm liberal. And we are trying to have a civil discussion about the election. My friend Paul Martin and I are talking about the latest debate, and those pesky leaked audio tapes of Trump bragging about his sexual behavior. . . .