My brother could yank my chain better than just about anyone. He used to follow me around our house saying, “Come on, hit me, I dare you!” I shook my head and walked away. He followed hot on my heels, taunting me, “Come on, hit me. Why don’t you just… Read more“I Dare You!”
What’s Love Got to Do With It?
Well, okay, maybe my children aren’t perfect. Maybe they fight and argue, and maybe when Karina confessed to pinching Andrew when asked why he had those bruises, I believed her! Poor thing, we didn’t know the bruises were actually from cancer. Both girls were there when Andrew cried bloody tears,… Read more“What’s Love Got to Do With It?”