A Love Letter to my Father
I called you Daddy…’cause that’s what you were to me. The kind of Daddy who was there when I needed you after a bad dream, surprised me with Pez, Twinkies, and the “Big Box” of 64 Crayolas (with built-in sharpener!) in my school locker; worked hard to give me the best of everything; was always […]
Deep roots…I am a Chicago girl…( and a little bit OC )
It’s not springtime but I am cleaning. Clothes, cards, papers, etc., all to try to streamline and de-clutter my life for all kinds of reasons. Sound familiar? During the process, I unearthed a journal I had kept from a 2 1/2 week, life-changing trip to Australia and New Zealand in May of 2006. It was […]
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