“Your Picture Is in My Mom’s Wallet!” a Little Girl Stopped Me on the Street and Said — I Couldn’t Believe My Eyes When I Saw Her Mom
That morning, restless from another night of tossing and turning, I decided to go for a run. Maybe I could sweat out some of the tension that clung to me like a second skin. The streets were peaceful, lined with tidy gardens and pastel-painted houses. I was just hitting my stride when I heard a… CONTINUE READING »