Posts Tagged ‘Father’s Day’
Maybe I wrote it, but I forgot to schedule it. Nope.
So I searched my own blog, in posts and drafts, for the word Father’s Day, and I come across a draft with only this picture from 2010. As far as I know, I never used the picture before, and in fact, don’t specifically remember it.
It is a “find.”
I DO remember that dress, though. Read the rest of this entry »
The Internet Age of Mean.
11 Ways White America Avoids Taking Responsibility for its Racism. “The pernicious impact of ‘white fragility.'” Slurs: Who Can Say Them, When, and Why. And Churches Are Burning Again in America.
A few weeks ago, a single mom I knew was trying to get her daughter to wear a coat, lest she be cold. The daughter balked. One could see them both digging in their heels. I told the mom – not at all thinking of Frozen – “let it go.” An hour later, the mom thanked me, realizing it wasn’t a fight worth engaging in.
Before I was a dad, I wouldn’t have interjected my opinion. Not only would I have thought my observations have been perceived as uninformed, that would have been a correct take. It is annoyingly true Read the rest of this entry »
One of the things I worried about when Lydia was born was whether I would be there when she grew up. After all, I was 51 when she was born, so I’ll be 70 when she’s 19.
What I had not seriously considered, beyond the normal concerns, is what if something happened to her. Her still mysterious illness in late February and much of March made me concerned because, as the doctors eliminated what it was NOT, I still did not know what it WAS.
It wasn’t until mid-May, though, that The Wife and I had a conversation with her about what she felt, I mean beyond the pain. Read the rest of this entry »
Another pair of pictures sent by my sister Marcia this year!
When I was born, we lived on 5 Gaines Street in Binghamton, NY, on the second floor, a property owned by my maternal grandmother. These pictures were taken on the back porch. At some point in the next year, my parents and I moved downstairs, perhaps when my mom was pregnant with my sister Leslie, or at the latest, just after she was born.
My paternal grandparents then moved upstairs. The second floor hand only one bedroom, while downstairs had two.
I’m struck by how relaxed my dad was in these pictures Read the rest of this entry »