Forgive me Dad

Dear Dad, I owe you an apology. Remember after I moved to Washington, and every time I talked to you, you said, "When are you moving back to Utah?" I remember when you finally stopped asking me that. It was after one of your visits to Washington, and, at last, you seemed to understand why I loved living in D.C. We were standing at a busy intersection in Georgetown, and you said, "I can see why you love it here. This is your kind of place. You really are a city girl." So, now that I am … [Read more...]