childhood
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I was one of the lucky ones.
Dad once sent me a 5-page letter from my cat when I was away at camp. Signed “Love, Midnight” and including Polaroid photos from her perspective. That’s the kind of dad i grew up with. Continue reading
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The plastic storage bin is a boat.
It amuses me how everything at this age (almost 3 years) is a firm declaration. Ending with an exclamation point. “You did it! Yay! That was a great song! I’m going to ride in the boat! Oh no, lotsa water! I need a napkin! (wipe-wipe-wipe) I wiped it up!” When did we lose that certainty,… Continue reading
Three Dots at the End.... 