I showed up to celebrate my granddaughter’s birthday with a heart full of love, only to be turned away at the door. My heart broke when I was told my hair and clothing were “inappropriate.” How could my appearance keep me from the one I love most?
My name’s Margaret, and my dear Charles always called me Maggie. I’m 73, but don’t let that fool you. I’ve got more pep in my step than folks half my age! I’ve always been comfortable in my skin, but it seems not everyone appreciates that…