Father’s Love
We walked into the sanctuary as late as possible, a subliminal effort to miss the day all together. There weren’t any other women there, of course. This was a men’s event, a father and son “bonding” day at our church. And I am neither a father, nor a son. I wondered if I should have slapped on a fake mustache and plaid shirt to help hide the sometimes-awkward truth that I am a single mother. And there was a bigger problem too…I didn’t want to be reminded of what I have lost, my own sweet dad now a year gone. But our friend Continue Reading…
Count Down
I’ve been afraid of this moment for approximately one fifth of my life. That’s about the same amount of time it would take for me to travel to the moon and back…if I were to travel by rickshaw. The thought that my beautiful son Max would one day graduate from his special needs school, and end up floating around in the big wide world without a tether, was more than I could bear. What would he do? What if he didn’t have anything to do? Continue Reading…
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