I remember several times when daddy was flat broke. He kept me out of school to parade me before the owner of his favorite liquor store to ask for money to take me to the doctor. With money in hand, he would drive down the street to his second favorite liquor store to buy enough... Read More
I’m moved to explore something I have some personal experience with that I hope will be relevant to you. As I reflect on myself as a mother and as a daughter, it occurs to me that both roles are heavily burdened by expectations; expectations of myself, of my mother and of my daughters. I would... Read More

