When my son was 11 years old, he got a small job helping out with a traveling carnival while it was in our town.
He didn't come home at lunch time, phoning instead to tell me he was fine and had found a few days work helping out at an exhibit. He turned up for supper as usual however after he finished work.
Five lies of identity:
You can forgive some people without welcoming them back into your life.
During a tour at the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum, a New York City woman mentioned that she was raising a type of cactus in a pot on her apartment balcony.
"Walk a little plainer daddy," said a little boy so frail,