Bending the mold

Dad was always sure he knew the way the world should work. As I grew up, this annoyed me sometimes. As I’ve aged, it has been such a comfort. I realize now it was a comfort even back then, although I was not wise enough to recognize that fact. My father was not a man…

A chip off the old block

An old friend and I had lunch today. That in itself is unremarkable. As was our marking of Father’s Day here in the States. Our fathers passed within a few years of each other, as did our mothers. And her only sibling passed away around the time my sister was diagnosed with cancer. We became…