Dear Daughters, Your dad caught me by the elbow as I poured my second cup of coffee the other day. “We need to talk,” he said and led me to the kitchen table, patchy rays of sunlight flickering in through the open blinds. Your carefree giggles floated from your bedroom as we sat and wrapped hands around warm mugs, your innocent banter a stark contrast to the weighty dialogue I knew was coming. It was time for a tune-up. At… Read more »