I’m not ready…

My daughter will, in five short days, board a flight to Ghana, solo.  I’m not ready.  Ok, maybe I’d never be ready, but, I mean, really, Ghana?  I remember the first time she flew solo from our home in San Jose to her father’s home in Sacramento.  She was 11, maybe.  It seems like yesterday…the nervousness, the sweaty palms, the […]

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