Category: fathers

Off the Shoulders

For my father on Father’s Day. I forgive you.  It’s okay. I’m letting go because that is what is best for me.  The weight of it, the lack of story, tradition, history, has simply become too heavy for me to carry any longer. I’m not sure when pain started attaching itself to me, when the missed, ignored and forgotten became…

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Short Shorts

Michael started reading Shel Silverstein with Katlyn when she was little.  They tried Harry Potter, but Katlyn was bored, so he moved on to Where The Sidewalk Ends.  Katlyn is twenty and she now owns all of Shel Silverstein’s books, even the bad one about the rabbit.  They still reference Shel’s stories in conversation, it’s like…

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Duffel Bag

A laundry mat is really not the place to make life decisions, but sometimes they work out. When Michael and I first started living together we rented this one and a half room place with concrete floors, before they were trendy, and a living room that barely had enough room for a futon (wow, remember…

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Cloak

Last week I had to go to the post office again because my mail lady is a crazy person. I know we live out in the middle of nowhere and I know our house is down a hill, but if you can’t hang then don’t become a New River Mail Lady. We have a fairly…

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Visor

There’s no question Michael will not be please with this post or this picture.  He’s private, but it had do be done.  It’s a milestone. This past Saturday Michael turned 40.  I’ve known him for 24 of those years. He’s bigger now, hairier, he tucks his shirts in and I can’t remember the last time…

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Snap Up Shirt

Today’s Father’s Day and our home is minus a father.  Michael had an emergency at work and has been at it all day. Not a very fun time, but the damn email server has to be fixed and running by Monday morning.  I just spoke to him and while he’s tired, he sounded almost excited.…

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