I tried to run away today. My daughter sat on my bed and watched me pack. She told me it was probably a good idea for me to leave since I seemed so upset. This sort of hurt my feelings, but then she added, “This is how I felt last night, I understand” and I …
At the peak, there were two US Postal bins of letters stacked on my porch every day for a week. It peaked and waned - but I was getting letters for years after I posted the ad in Teen Beat's penpal section. At twelve years old, I was writing a wide variety of people from all …
My daughter says she can't dance. Every time she says this, I tell her why that is: She isn't feeling the music. She is so caught up trying to get the moves right she isn't listening. I tell her to pick an instrument and follow it with her body and she looks at me confused …
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