Tagged with Dad

you think you know someone

I thought I knew my dad. Because I’ve always known him haven’t I? Since the literal moment I was born. Before then really. But last night, I met him–really saw him for who he was, independent of being my dad–for the very first time. And now, I know him. Other people knew him. They’ve been … Continue reading

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my big man

My man.  I love him.  No one makes me laugh harder or roll my eyes more. Especially giggle/eye-roll worthy is his tendency to break into song.  We might be having a serious conversation about gun control (about which we very seriously disagree) and then it’s over because he’s singing, “Everybody run! The homecoming queen’s got … Continue reading