True story. At the trust meeting, my daughter said: “She has no say.” I reached into my bag and…

And she was not only this.

But I also wrote that I had learned something late that I wished I had learned sooner.

That the love you give without condition will sometimes be returned with conditions.

That this is not a reason to stop loving, but it is a reason to stop confusing love with permission.

Permission to be managed.

To be maneuvered.

To be set aside continue reading …