Framed Ballerina

Years ago my family was staying with friends and my young son had to sleep in a strange bedroom.   That night he called out for me.   When I got to his room he was upset, crying and pointing at the wall.  He cried out, "Monster, Monster.  Daddy it is a Monster."  As I cleared my head and looked... Continue Reading →

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