As a divorced parent and a single Dad there are times when reality hits you smack dab in the face and buried pain shoots to the surface like a buoy on rough waters.  

As I taught the Sunday night class my children were in my office putting the final touches on their Mother’s Day cards.  After my eight year old completed his card to his Mommy, he took out a large, clean sheet of paper and wrote a title across the top of the page, as only a second grader can do.   In large uneven-spaced and...


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