Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones but Words Can Always Hurt Me
“He called you WHAT?” “He called me a dork,” my daughter answered with giant puddles in her eyes. Many emotions soared through my body as she explained how this fellow teammate had chosen to pick on her during track practice the previous day. I responded as any good mother would do: “Well, honey, the next… Continue reading Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones but Words Can Always Hurt Me