I heart Intercourse Pa
"Trey is such a BASTARD!" my daughter Amanda cried through cascading tears. Her slender shoulders were heaving, her breath catching pitifully between sobs. I did my best to comfort her with an empathetic hug. She buried her face against my shoulder, wiping tears on my cotton shirt. "Dammit, Barb!" I thought silently to myself, "I need you NOW more than EVER!" My wife, Barb, passed away last April. I've been trying for ten months to handle the role of mother and father, all rolled into...