I looked at my baby girl and had not a clue of how to help her get from where she was, one day old, to where she was going, eighteen...

Behind her cart she slowly crept, Her eyes tell of bitter times she wept. Her fingers gnarled and now bent tight, Worked hard for others...

Some years ago, I read this news article. It’s about a sixteen year old girl, who wore an “inappropriate” dress to a school dance. The...