by Rudri | Jun 21, 2015 | Fathers/Daughters
As a little girl, Sunday mornings meant one thing: donuts. I woke early, opened the door, creeped onto the driveway and fetched the morning paper. Rushing to the dining table, I shuffled through the headlines, grabbed the comic section, the glossy Parade magazine and... by Rudri | Nov 17, 2009 | Fathers/Daughters
My husband isn’t afraid of fingernail polish. We have a nail salon set up in our bathroom every two weeks. My daughter opens the bathroom cabinets and gathers the nail polish remover, cotton balls, and a couple of bottles of nail polish. She sits on the...