The week your dad dies is not what you’d normally consider happy, and yet I don’t have to look hard to find moments worth highlighting.
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The week your dad dies is not what you’d normally consider happy, and yet I don’t have to look hard to find moments worth highlighting.
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After five years without speaking to one of my parents, I finally had a reason to pick up the phone.
Read More...I don’t know if other mothers do this, but I’m constantly thinking about how my children will remember their childhoods. We’ll be in the middle of our lives, and suddenly I see it all as a snapshot. I look at the people and the surroundings, the faces and the details of what we’re wearing, and [...]
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The other day on twitter I informed the Internets that I was finally working through all of the pictures from my Dad’s visit to Florida a couple weeks ago. Because that is the kind of interesting information I like to share with the world with modern technology. And while you are mocking me for my [...]
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My dad called last night at about 8:30. “Are you doing your show?” he asked. “Yep. Do you have to assimilate to be American.” “Oh, um,” he hesitated, “maybe I won’t listen to that one.” “Why not?” “Well, I’m kind of… well… I’m probably a little conservative on that,” his voice took on that goofy [...]
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