Hypocrisy

My husband, Burt, went deer hunting, and I went to Iowa to spend a few days with our daughter, Shelly, and her family.  “I have a surprise just for you and me, so bring something a little dressy to wear,” she said.  Mom and daughter time – I love that.  My anticipation was fueled with high octane as I drove the four-hour trip.  The day splashed with sunshine, but the late fall air felt cold even through my ski jacket. Monday arrived without a hint to the surprise Shelly had planned for us other than “Des Moines.”  After an early Read More