SoulScript Team

She’s the child every teacher mentions first at parent-teacher conferences. “Such a joy to have in class. So helpful. Never any trouble.” The parents smile on cue, absorb the warmth of it, drive home feeling good about themselves and their kid. What they don’t see — and what might take years to become visible — … Read more

The science project has been due in three weeks. Now it’s due in two days. Your twelve-year-old is on the couch. Not sleeping. Not sick. Just… there. Present in body, apparently absent in every other dimension. The project exists — they told you about it, you bought the supplies, the materials are on the kitchen … Read more

You tell your eleven-year-old to put down the tablet and come to dinner. What follows is not compliance. What follows is a negotiation — an immediate, detailed, surprisingly articulate case for why right now is the wrong moment, why the rule is unreasonable, why five more minutes would make everything fair, why you’re being inconsistent, … Read more

She’s been at the birthday party for forty-five minutes and hasn’t spoken to anyone except you. She stands at the edge of the room, watching the other children with an expression that is hard to read — part longing, part dread — her cup of juice becoming a prop she holds rather than drinks, something … Read more

The board game is barely ten minutes old when your eight-year-old realizes they’re behind. You watch the calculation happen in real time across their face — the mounting tension, the tightened jaw, the way their eyes go flat. A few turns later, when the loss becomes undeniable, everything comes apart. The game piece gets shoved. … Read more

Your nine-year-old knocks over their little sister’s block tower. The sister wails. You look over. Your nine-year-old is already talking: “She put it right in my way. I couldn’t help it. It’s not my fault.” The blocks are still on the floor. The sister is still crying. And your nine-year-old is watching you with the … Read more

It starts small. A stomachache every Sunday evening. A dragging pace on Monday mornings that has nothing to do with how much sleep they got. Then an ask — tentative at first, then urgent — to stay home. “I just don’t feel well.” “Nothing’s wrong, I just don’t want to go.” “Please.” You check for … Read more

The crackers broke. Not the whole box. One cracker. It snapped in half when your five-year-old picked it up, and now they’re on the kitchen floor, wailing like something genuinely terrible has happened. Your nine-year-old loses an entire afternoon to misery because their video game character died. Your seven-year-old turns a slightly loose shoelace into … Read more

It’s 7:45 in the morning and you’ve said “shoes, please” four times. The shoes are still not on. Your child is lying sideways on the couch, staring at the ceiling, conducting some private experiment in which the sound of your voice is apparently inaudible. You know this child can hear you. You’ve watched them detect … Read more

Your seven-year-old comes home from school, backpack swinging, and tells you with absolute confidence that yes, they finished all their homework at lunch. Two hours later you find the untouched worksheets stuffed under their mattress. Your stomach tightens. Your voice rises a pitch. “Why did you lie to me?” And your child, faced with the … Read more