It was a along-ago friend, who years ago told me of his efforts to write letters to his very young son, that made me think about writing love letters to my daughter. Like moving beyond a “baby book,” or carrying on past the cutesy infant and toddler years, the point was to write letters to […]
School crossings everywhere. Or ladies with purses, Everywhere, USA.
Once I knew a man, a friend, who said to me, “You know, Liza, sometimes a duck is just a duck.” We were standing in the parking lot of a Chinese restaurant next to our parked vehicles after having lunch, an event that was an undisclosed test to see if maybe we had a future […]