By Jill Parshley-Cardillo My first love was my Teddy Bear. He was black and white and furry all over. I took him with me everywhere. I lost him in Jackson Heights, NY while accompanying my mom as she helped one of our relatives move. That was my first funeral; burying Teddy without his actual corpse. […]Continue reading "LOVE love"
I, like many others, gratefully have found a substitute father, friend, and mentor. Of course nobody can replace the real him, but at least now I have a chance at having the conversations in my adulthood I would have liked to have had with him after he died when I was 9. Anything from how do […]Continue reading "Choosing A Father"