fatherhood
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My Dad, The Man
Much of what I’ve published in the past four years was written while sitting in the Bakery Square Panera Bread. There was a time when I lived three blocks away, so it was a convenient drive to make when writing from home got too monotonous. And, even after moving across town to share a place with my now-wife,…
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Since My Biological Didn't Bother
Last year, my father sent me a “Happy Father’s Day” text message. It might have been the funniest, yet most ironic text message that I’ve ever received. I didn’t reply. I couldn’t think of an adequate response; that “Eat a dick” response was waiting in the draft folder though. If it’s not obvious by now,…