Serendipity ain’t a common term in the black community but it is one way to explain the miracles that have happened since I met my birth father, Norman Lee Evans, Sr., four years ago when I was 40. All my life I pretended that my dad’s absence didn’t matter even if it hampered my romantic relationships with boys and now men. A male friend who’d been burned by too many women like me, incomplete with their fathers, told me I needed to be bigger than my dad and reach out to him first. So I did in 2002…. (read the rest).
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