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…
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…
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…
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.…
Today is Father’s Day. My father is not really a father, but more like a guy I used to visit in the summer when I was a child. My parents were divorced when I was three and while many family members have said my dad tried, he did not try hard enough. When I am…