Almost a year ago, I wrote a post called The Myth of an Independent Woman. I was in a place where I realized people thought I was doing it alone but they didn’t see me struggling. And thanks to the… Continue Reading →
You remember growing up in the 90s (and probably before then) having “play cousins” and your mother’s best friend was automatically your aunt/uncle? Those non-biological folk were some times more kind than blood kin.
…he had been somebody’s daddy for more than half his life. He missed his moment to stunt on ’em, and he wasn’t ready to let it go.
Does a man who never had a solid father figure even comprehend the seriousness of a child bestowing upon him that title?
When is too old for a child to need their Daddy’s PROTECTION?
Except when those daddies don’t become better men, those little girls feel like their magic is broken.