
I find myself reflecting quietly in my own Catwoman style as Julie Newmar brings my life full circle.
Editors Note: The giveaway for this post is now closed.
Without belaboring the point, my dad was an alcoholic and definitely not a good father to my younger brother and I. He and my mom divorced when I was about 10 years old and we had an intermittent relationship throughout my adult life until one day, approximately 10 years ago, he made the conscious decision to vanish from our lives and has not been seen or heard from since.
I tell you this not for pity or sympathy, but merely to state a fact. I have long since come to grips with this part of my life and no longer let the actions of others determine who I am as a person. Granted, the path to my own self-worth was a long and often difficult journey, but I happen to like who I am now and I have come to learn to look for the silver lining moments in life when the road becomes a rocky one. With my father, finding those moments were few and far between, but one cherished memory that remains dear to my heart were the brief times I would come home from school and watch TV with him. Read more 