I know you…lots of you and I love you dearly. You’re my precious friends, the real warriors. I have listened and I hear you. You have told me about the way you keep going back to that singles class because where else is there to go? You confided about how your aunt found yet another […]
A Girl and Her Dad
When I was a little girl, my Dad would drive me to my ballet lessons while my mom stayed home with my baby brother. He would wait outside in his pick-up truck or would pick me up inside. We’d drive home. For thirteen years, my Dad sat outside my ballet schools with a newspaper after […]
