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The Meaning of “Daddy”

Growing up, we used to watch Donna Reed on Nick at Nite.  And I remember thinking, when watching that, that my dad was different.   He would come home from work and yes, he’d ask how our day was, but he’d also cut up with us.  He’d laugh and make us laugh and he’d get in… Continue reading The Meaning of “Daddy”

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My daughter cried today.

My daughter cried today.  So hard I almost couldn’t understand what she was saying when I asked her to talk about it.  But I had to restart my own sentence because my own voice croaked.  I was crying too.  See, I listen to NPR on the way home with Sophie so that we can talk… Continue reading My daughter cried today.