“Mommy, why don't I have a daddy?” My four-year-old daughter asks me.
The dreaded question that no single mother ever wants to hear, that your child is curious about why you are only half of a whole family. I knew the day would come when she would ask about her father, but I still wasn't prepared.
My daughter will forever be my only choice. However, Bo, the man I kept in the dark about fathering a daughter, is pushing his way back into my - no- our life. Now, I will have to guard both our hearts while I allow him to get to know the daughter that I mistakenly kept him from.
B.L. Olson, or Brit to those she is not in trouble with, is a self-proclaimed hot mess who survives off of a daily vat of coffee and copious amounts of pizza. While she is a Pacific Northwest girl through and through, she currently resides in the desert where she balances reading, writing, and earning a degree in tarantula avoidance. She’s happy to report it has been all A’s across the board thus far.