On our last day, I knew something was askew with you. You were quieter. You didn’t tell as many jokes… Read more Living
Tag: Father
The real world
Someday, your father willbuild me a sunroomwith his hands. His sweat steadilydripping, devoted to craftingcontentment in my soul. And when… Read more The real world
Red lights
I’ve been doing it for as long as I can remember. Even as a little girl in the back of… Read more Red lights
Father envy
I think eye rolling in church might be inappropriate. But I’ve done it my whole life—if not outwardly, inwardly. Confession:… Read more Father envy
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