“You need to hide me because I’m running away from home,” Julie whispered as she reached the front steps of my porch. Her golden curls disheveled, she’d arrived pulling a red Radio Flyer wagon containing packaged cookies, several donuts and a bag of candy stolen from her mother’s kitchen just over a block away. Julie was my best friend throughout elementary school, but given we were only in the 4th grade at the time, I knew my mom wouldn’t go for it. I was more puzzled that Julie’s wagon didn’t contain anything else – no toys, pajamas, her backpack, or even a toothbrush. Only food…
A Letter on Faith for Supergirl. Love, Mom
What travels we’ve had. So very awesome we are. Looking back on that day, it all only took a matter of seconds. And yet I’ve been writing about this particular moment in time for years. My mother wrote to me a letter on faith. It was “to be opened” when I was 14. Cameron, my ‘Punzie’, this is from my letter on faith to you…