Of course you love ginger ale. With lime. After all, we are sisters. I am drinking some right now!

My dad is such a tough nut to crack. I feel this burgeoning need to write about him. It’s tricky because I need to be honest and raw. And while he’s not dishonest, he’s also not an open book...not even slightly cracked. His binding is tightly seamed, never having been used or worn. And the raw parts are tucked deep inside. Oh and he’s still alive and I’m not sure how he’d feel about my revelations and explorations. But I know I need not to wait until he’s dead to get to know him through my words.