by Barbara Spanjers
If you ever meet my dad, and he feels like you’ve hit it off, he’s likely to start off small talk this way: “How’s your love life?” That makes you cringe too, right? (I’d like to pass this off as him being elderly, but he has said it for decades.) I know it’s hard to...
by Barbara Spanjers
As a little girl, I wanted to be an emergency room doctor, a police officer, a rock star, an Olympic gymnast, and a quarterback in the NFL. All ambitious choices, but not nearly as ambitious as the plans I also had to be a saint. (Catholic school scared me on a daily...
