Friday, June 27, 2008


I am searching for heartfelt and inspirational stories about mother-daughter relationships, stories that share wisdom and teach important moral and life lessons, stories from which daughters and moms might derive hope and guidance after reading them.

What did you learn from this unique parent-child relationship, how it has changed over the years, how you two dealt with conflict, etc? The stories can be about good or bad times, as long as the result is something others can learn from. There are no format or length requirements.

For more information about submitting your story, please visit my website,, and click the red corner on the home page, just beneath the “Projects” tab.

I’m also conducting recorded telephone interviews for those who prefer to tell rather than write their story. Just send me an email with your phone number and dates/times you are available. Interviews typically last 30-45 minutes.

If this is your first visit to my blog, please read the Frequently Asked Questions posted on March 20, 2008.

The deadline for submitting your story or participating in an interview is July 15, 2008.

Now on to today’s post~

Today's photo is of my friend Caroline with her daughters Claire and Hayden, plying in the creek in their front yard.

A quote I pulled from a recent email: “The first guy a little girl falls in love with is her Daddy, but the first woman a little girl wants to be like is her Mama.” So true.

You can see I haven’t written much in the last two days. I've been helping Meagan with Freshman registration at UGA. The big day draws near. It was nice to be an alum on campus, showing my kid around my old stomping grounds and watching her make new friends. It is bittersweet, though, celebrating her growing up and the approaching milestone (leaving home) while at the same time wishing she were only four years old again, when she clung to me and kissed me over and over again, when I was sent soaring into the heavens each time she ran to me shouting “Dad-deeeeeeee!”

I wonder, do fathers ever get over missing that little girl with sticky fingers and ribbons in her hair. Better question, while I?

Thanks so much for visiting my blog. Now go out and hug somebody!

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