Letter 1/ Dear Skipper: Even If You Hate Me, I Will Still Try to Love You
We’re in a pickle as legal guardians, caught between a rock and a jagged hard place. “Pickle” is putting it very, very mildly.
I won’t share the child’s name. (If you know us, I ask you please not to share it, either.)
She is a beautiful girl — a newly minted teenager, with all that entails, including a heightened…