Looking back, it’s a blur, a filmy orange streak. Thanksgiving Day 2012, that is. I thought I was ready, that this would be the year I’d achieve my goal. I didn’t want much, just to get all the food on the table at the same time. At the appropriate temperature. I was on track, too, […]
I Shut My Eyes and Think of You (Happy Father’s Day to you, Pops. And to all you other dads too.)
Dear Dad: I’m pretty sure you’re the reason I’m afraid of heights. If I shut my eyes tight, I picture you flinging me in the air. When my wispy, almost-white baby hair brushes the living room ceiling, I whimper. Gentle and close you gather me, make my chest flush with yours. “There, there, honeypot,” you whisper. […]
