Later in life, I agreed to marry a man with disability — there was no love between us

say softly, “maybe it’s time to stop chasing perfection. James next door is a good man. He may limp, but he has a good heart. Sometimes the right person isn’t flashy or dramatic—they’re steady, and that’s worth more than perfection.”

James Parker was exactly that man. He lived across the street from me in a modest, slightly worn wooden house on the continue reading …