For my daughter Paisley’s third birthday, my husband Trevor and I hosted a small pool party in our Jacksonville backyard.
Preschool friends, relatives, sunshine, cake—it was exactly the relaxed celebration we wanted.
My father Mitchell came with my stepmother, Rosalyn.
Rosalyn and I had never been close. During her twenty years with my father, we had mostly learned to keep a polite distance from one another…. Continue Reading ⬇️