How A ruined (and saved) Christmas… or “Meeting my parents”

A - up to this point - only heard about my family, from what I told him about them, which in fact were only good things. I mentioned that my dad and I talk about God and the world (but not that we in fact talk about EVERYTHING), I mentioned that my mom and I... Continue Reading →

Sharing meals

This is the story of first impressions. A story of a lot of many expectations and much preparation, a story of first hand shakes, a story of first hugs, a story I will tell my children and grandchildren about. In April 2009, a few months into dating A, I was invited to met A's mom... Continue Reading →

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