My complete, imperfect family

My Kindergarten teacher often encouraged us to draw portraits of our families. With squiggly lines and less-than-perfect circles, I produced masterpiece after masterpiece to the best of my 6-year-old ability. I don’t remember most of my illustrations, but I do recall one vividly. It was a picture of my parents, my sister and I. We … Continue reading My complete, imperfect family