Daddy, Why Are You Crying?
You know how children make us be better people. One night my seven year-old, Rebecca, showed me the light agin. Startling, her ice blue eyes and the shining black hair she liked long. I would not call it quite “wavy,” but it was not quite straight and tended to make “wavelets.” My lovely girl, you … Continue reading “Daddy, Why Are You Crying?”
