My 5-Year-Old Daughter Told Me She Wanted To Take Pole Dancing Lessons. Here's What I Told Her.
Bending over the hot dryer, I spot a corner of an old snapshot of her and her brother that hides almost out of view under the appliance. I inch it out with my big toe. Joseph’s staring at the camera, a look of sheer dread and confusion on his face, as if the world could end in a moment. In contrast, Amelia is popping into the picture behind him, bright brown eyes sparkling with enthusiasm and wide, jazz fingers spread apart at each knuckle. I stifle a chuckle as I remember this day over a decade...
