am going to a big, fancy wedding in mid-July and so had to buy a big, fancy gown to wear. This also necessitated a new pair of shoes, what I call “girl shoes.” I don’t wear girl shoes very often any more. Since I broke my ankle and I am quite unsteady on my feet because of my brain injury, the idea of me wearing heels at all fills me with great trepidation. But, I care about this person who is getting married and I don’t want to disappoint or embarrass him.Read More
My father was a harsh man. He said very little, never gave compliments or praise but was always quick with a rebuke or a critique. He was of Japanese descent, you see and that is what he learned from his own parents. I grew up in fear of him, his scowling face and hand that was always so quick to reach out and slap my face for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. I lived in a world of silence because of that hand. His cultural heritage dictated his parenting style.
I wanted a very different father than the one I had.Read More