“I don’t know him.” My son’s words sting because they’re true. I tuck the Father’s Day card into its envelope and a sigh of undesired acknowledgement escapes my lips. A twelve hour road trip has separated us for more than fifteen...
In a moment of clarity–or desperation–mom took things into her own hands. She clipped, trimmed, and stood back to view her work. There before her stood four little boys–each with a numeral cut into his hair. Nobody would mistake number one for...
