I’m so thankful to have grown up with the certainty of my parents’ love, but with the same certainty, I also grew up believing I was an ugly duckling. My ugly belief was proven when, as a high school senior, I spent a day with my two beautiful friends in the Indy 500 Snake Pit. In the early 80’s the …
A Different Kind of Beautiful
I’ve always thought my mom was beautiful. Graceful. She was trained in opera when she was young. I remember going with her to weddings, hearing her sing the Lord’s prayer. The whole sanctuary full of guests would fall silent on her last, drawn-out note of, “Ahhhhh-mennnn.” Ooooooh. Still gives me goose bumps to think of it. Gorgeous! A few weeks …



