Sorry for Dumping on You

My friend, Angela, visited for a few days this week. At one point, while we were discussing parenting challenges, I began to cry. Words toppled out of my mouth, as if they were trying to keep up with my tears. I explained my frustrations and my fears for the future....

My Dad and the Jelly Shoe

Once, when I was about ten, my dad jumped into a river and swam among sharp rocks and white water rapids (at least that’s the way I remember it) to rescue… not me, but my beloved jelly shoe. The comfy plastic shoes were a beautiful red color, and I was quite proud of...

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