I was shopping the other day at the local drugstore for Christmas stocking stuffers for my son and browsing among all the different shower gels being sold for men. I was trying to figure out which one my son would use when my eyes traveled over to the section displaying men’s razors.
Ahhh..men’s razors. I was reminded of a period of time right after my husband died. My son was 13 years old and in the eighth grade. A tricky time under the best of circumstances. He had grown some stubble on his face but I didn’t think it was … Read More
