Letter to Dad, III

Dear Dad, Yep, it’s me again. AGAIN. I know, I’m like the mold that grows in a dark basement. So difficult to get rid of, aren’t I? Well, it’s been a while since I’ve written, and based on our most recent conversations, I thought it would be best for me to express myself in writing. … Read More

I’m Sure

“Do you know what your father did?” she asked me, incredulity creeping into her voice over the phone. “No, what? What did he do?” I wasn’t sure what my father could have done. Two retired people who didn’t go anywhere or do anything. Something completely and utterly outrageous? Maybe he bought a boat? Or booked … Read More