The Only Way Out Is Through, But Sometimes It Isn’t: Part One.
Sometimes, the only way out is away. I didn't know that yet... Stories have happy endings. Mine would, wouldn’t it?
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What Grief Can Do to the Heart: Reflections on My Dad and the Power of Now.
I found the outside and its waiting room scary, and I liked the comfort being next to Dad gave me. His breathing, the beep of the machines, the classical music I played.
So Say We All, So Said Me.
I spoke instead of regretting letting insecurity win yet another daily battle. I spoke about my dad, alcoholism, prison, sidewalk chalk, spirituality.
The Joy of Swearing.
I discovered the joy of swearing at an early age, despite (or maybe because of) parents who seldom swore and strongly discouraged their three daughters from doing so.
Dear Dad: An Open Letter.
You’ve always been the ultimate practical joker… waiting in a dark bedroom with one of your dinner plate-sized hands over the light switch... hiding behind doors and scaring the shit out of us... banging your hand on the side of any vehicle, making us think we'd backed into something... driving ...