It was the most

It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. How the artist captured the light, the details of my mother’s dimples, the joy in my father’s eyes, all through gentle strokes from his palette. The artist made me look alive when I felt lonely and grim inside. That’s the way this man saw me. I … Read more

I gave a relenting

I gave a relenting sigh. “Fine! I’ll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I’m in my pj’s.” Pj’s that consisted of nothing but a tank top and boy shorts–an image I didn’t want to sear into Scott’s mind. Scott smiled. “I’m a guy. That’s like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter.” … Read more