Jess

My daughter did not come home the other night. My 20 year old daughter, Jess, and I live together. She is in transition from one college to another. While she would like to live in an apartment on her own, she is prioritizing starting classes and working part-time. Once those steps are underway, she'll look … Continue reading Jess

It’s not what’s wrong but what’s right

Twice in the last 24 hours I started crying. Three times if you count watching the Fab Five of Queer Eye working their magic on a widowed father. This morning, I lost it while talking with someone I just met. Last night, I teared up in conversation with a friend. Today, I realized I need … Continue reading It’s not what’s wrong but what’s right