“And every night before I went to bed, my mother would stroke my forehead, pat the dog who was cuddled in the crook of my knees, and ask, ‘Rikki, what are you thankful for today?’ And each night I would… — Rikki Klieman Copy Share Image
“And every night before I went to bed, my mother would stroke my forehead, pat the dog who was cuddled in the crook of… — Rikki Klieman Copy Share Image
