What It Means To Date A Girl Without A Father

I am sharing a link to this article because I don’t know that I’ve ever read it put into better words, the way it feels, or rather, the way it feels for me now: The abandonment and abuse of my birth father. I wonder about him and if and how I tie into his familyCan I lose something I don’t know if I had?

…that is the most terrifying thing she has ever learned. If the only man she ever truly needed left when she was not done needing him, it is fair game for anyone else to decide it’s not worth it. For anyone else to decide she’s not worth it.

“Always have a back door” was been my unofficial motto, like, forever. Never be trapped. Never be in a place that I can not handle or get out of on my own.  Even after marriage, the lack of trust still crops up, sadly.

Here’s a link that works.

The Art in Protest / The Protest in Art

As I have written several times lately, I was raised in St. Louis.  Police action in one of our suburbs, Ferguson (yes, legally it’s a small town, but it’s really a suburb of St. Louis), has been the center of protests around the world over the past week, but especially in the U.S. The night it was announced the officer would not face criminal charges for killing a young man, different parts of the city – literally – burned. Cars and buildings were on fire and in other ways destroyed and fire crews couldn’t get to them for the force and crush of people on the streets.

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A True Story of Thanks: Pay It Forward – Never Too Late

For this Thanksgiving day in the U.S., I take the time to thank someone I’ve never met, someone without whom nothing of the past 17 years would have been possible.

Dear Angel –

That’s your name, right? That was the name you had in the police report, according to the young officer who spoke with my mother.

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