fatherhood
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I have this thing about lilacs. The smell of them triggers this vivid memory of a sunny June day in 1995 when I was in my bedroom at Dad’s house with the windows open, the lilac bush right outside, bags packed for camp and sitting on my bed with my cat, and it was this… Continue reading
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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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