Fathers Tag Archive

My Old Man: The Story of a Father’s Love.

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Hey Bill, way back when you were still my Old Man here on Planet Earth, never in a million years did I think I would miss all the crazy craziness of you.   All your loud...

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The Christmas Dance.

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I have many fond memories of Christmas.  The wonder years at 204 waiting for Santa’s arrival. Shaking the merrily wrapped boxes adorned with bright ribbons and bows.  Guessing...

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What Happens in 204 Stays in 204 and the Fine Art of Secret Keeping.

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The older I get the better I get at keeping secrets.   I now understand how sacred secret keeping is.  What a privilege it is to have someone trust you so dearly with a...

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Life Before Me and You and That Other Guy.

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Sometimes I find it hard to imagine that my parents had a life before me.  I’m also certain that it’s hard for my children to imagine me having a life before them.  On some...

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Everything I know About Fashion I Learned from my Father.

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I like fashion.  Part of me blushes with embarrassment at confessing such a thing. For three reasons.  One. It seems superficial and frivolous, especially when there are so many...

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The Second and Last Kiss and the smell of Old Spice.

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The second kiss.  Does anyone even remember?  We don’t write love songs about the Numero Duo.  No passionate odes.  Or lyrical poems.  Tragic melodramas.  Nothing much...

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Take me out to the Ballgame.

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I can feel it.  Spring is definitely in the air.  But even better, summer is just around the corner.  And with that notion comes all the paraphernalia of summer.  Lighter...

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There’s Nothing Like the Smell of Coffee in the Morning.

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I’m a morning person. I get up early while my family remains nestled all snug in their warm comfy beds. This does not mean they are sleepyheads. Or lazybones. It’s just that...

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Growing the Compassion Muscle.

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At the start of every new year, I resolve.  I gave up resolving out-loud years ago, but I resolve none the less.  This year is no exception. Like a lot of people, I’ve...

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