WINGING THE WIDOW STUFF

When Good Moms Go Dad

Maybe Father’s Day is more my holiday

Cuy on the left. Case on the right. Me in the middle.

My first Mother’s Day as a single mom or, more accurately, a widow with two kids, was, in no uncertain terms, weird.

The boys’ cards were sweet, but I missed the suggestive ones Stu used to give me. I confess, I always complained that they weren’t romantic enough, but hell…