Fatherhood

Whenever Donald wants to get any yardwork done that isn’t too dangerous (like taking down an overgrown shrub), he straps Charlotte on his back.  He thinks it’s practical.  I think it’s sweet.  She thinks it’s boring.

I’ve been thinking for weeks about what to write for Father’s Day. Do I write about my grandfather?  About my father?  About my husband? Everything I can think of to say about these men – about the men who created me, →MORE...

Dear Charlotte, I have no idea where the last month went.  It feels like I sat down yesterday to write you a letter saying that you were 21 months old. On that note, it feels like a couple days ago I →MORE...

Apr 12, 2011
As she wakes up in the morning, Donald asks her how she slept.  Did she have beautiful dreams?, he asks.  She nods.  What did you dream of?, I probe.  FISHIES!, she exclaims.  We babble about the fish a bit and Donald →MORE...