Monthly Archives: August 2008

“We have an overbooked situation and are looking for a volunteer with a flexible schedule who would be willing to give up their seat on this flight.” I jumped out of my chair and slapped my boarding pass onto the … Continue reading →

“He doesn’t deserve you,” jm said emphatically. This has been the running theme of our conversations for a week. jm was talking about my father. My father and the way I’ve been available, comforting, loving toward him. “Just because his … Continue reading →

He looked like shit, like the walking dead. My father, hunched over, tired, getting off the plane in Minneapolis. He was wearing dress pants, a tee shirt and sport sandals. And Favorite Hat, khaki hat with a brim and flaps … Continue reading →

“Don’t worry about taking more time off,” said Mark, a good friend at work. This was before the funeral. “If it hits you after, it’s okay. You’ve been strong through this whole thing and it would be acceptable to break … Continue reading →

It was a good talk. Probably not the right time, but when is the right time to tell your father why you are still angry after so many years? I’m angry because he kicked me out of his house when … Continue reading →

“I’m jealous.” I was talking to my father, in person, for the first time in 12 years. “You raised your other daughter much better than you raised me, and it still hurts. I wonder how my life would have turned … Continue reading →