Time to be a dad
It has come to my attention that I may have painted too gloomy a picture of parenthood, and by extension, my little girl. That, let me assure you, is neither my intention nor the reality. Perhaps I don’t say this enough (or ever), but I do enjoy being a dad. There, it’s on the record….
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It was a typical early morning of a mid-summer day. The coolness of the night was just giving way to the eager sun that would soon blanket the city with its scorching heat. That was when I caught myself in a delicate moment as the world outside hung in the balance between darkness and light,…
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You are right, I think too much. Had I bitten the bullet for the past 6 weeks and kept biting on it to the point of chewing it through and through, my life could have been arguably more tolerable. After all, doing takes less work than doing plus thinking, right? But that ship has long…
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A week ago, I clumsily stumbled into my very first Father’s Day. I was grateful for every congratulatory “Happy Father’s Day” coming my way. They meant a great deal to me personally, not for finally becoming a father, but because of you caring that much. What followed those kind wishes was often the question, “So…
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