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It didn’t take long for my father to develop an email style. His very first email carried what would become his signature farewell. TIE. Take it easy. Sometimes he added SIT. Stay in touch. His emails were short, very factual, reporting on his bowling… Continue Reading “A Long Time Coming: Getting to Know My Father”
For all my brave talk, all my “I’m really Stevie Nicks” under these black dress pants and sensible shoes, for all my aging is a joyous, beautiful thing, a lucky thing, priceless if you take it in the right way, all my advice to… Continue Reading “Playing the Long Game”
It didn’t take long for my father to develop an email style. His very first email carried what would become his signature farewell. TIE. Take it easy. Sometimes he added SIT. Stay in touch. His emails were short, very factual, reporting on his bowling… Continue Reading “A Long Time Coming: Getting to Know My Father”
For the few days leading up to Father’s Day and the actual 24 hours of the day itself, everyone’s father suddenly becomes Andy Griffith. But what if your father is/was pretty much an asshole? I don’t mean a truly evil son of a bitch,… Continue Reading “#9/100: What If Your Father Wasn’t Andy Griffith?”
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