Category Archives: Childhood
lunch at his desk
When I was little, my mom would pick me up from preschool and drop me off at my dad’s office. I was very young. He would pick me up in his arms and ask me, “What’s for lunch?” He would … Continue reading
Close, Then pushed away
I loved my dad. That was Never confusing. What was confusing was how we could be so close one day, and then feel so far apart the next. Sometimes he made me feel so special. One time my brother got … Continue reading
Still His Daughter. 