I would give anything not to see her look at me this way. The way she hugs her end of the car seat, I must stink. When you spend two months in a holding cell – that is with little or no running water, you’d stink too. Is this rock bottom? Because it sure feels like it. What is it I see in her eyes? Is that disdain? My phone rings again, but this time…

My father is 70 today. I have looked forward to this day even more than I have my thirtieth birthday. After the scare, ten years ago, I am more than grateful to God that I still have my father with me…Continue Reading