My Father's Daughter



My Father's Daughter (Part 1/2)

My father taught me everything I know. Well, maybe not everything . He wasn’t the parent who taught me how to write my name in cursive, or the 8 th...

My Father's Daughter (Part 2/2)

Christmas morning, or closer to afternoon by the time I woke up, was usually a pretty lowkey affair in my house. Neither of my parents were religious...