Families Are Different Our daughters are adopted. It was the best way we could complete our family. They are precious gift from God. So it was heartbreaking when my oldest daughter came home from school one day crying because another girl teased her about her birthmother “not wanting...
I grew up in the ‘60s in rural Wisconsin, before Internet, before Netflix, before cell phones. My main source of information about California was The Beach Boys and their song “California Girls,” – The Beach Boys and my Aunt Elenora. She was from the same city...
Cousin John boiled a cat. When we were kids, Dad kept his barbershop open Friday nights, so Mom would take us to visit her sisters. Friday nights were times we got to play with cousins. We visited Aunt Arlene one Friday, and immediately upon entering the house the odor was off-putting. On...