“Do you wanna hear my song, Daddy? I’ve been practicing all year.”
I eyed my five-year-old daughter suspiciously. With brown eyes, wide and earnest, she...
We roast a lot of vegetables in our home, much to our daughters’ chagrin. Brussel sprouts, sweet potatoes, cauliflower, broccoli—the oven is always working.
“But...
We hadn’t expected mermaids.
Unicorns, sure. The queen? Most likely. Knights and jousting and turkey legs—obviously.
But mermaids? My daughters were enchanted.
“I have a question, Daddy,”...