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My dad taught me to see red tail hawks along the highway and told me that when you see a hawk, it’s a sign that everything is going to be okay.
The birth wasn’t even about the experience of birth itself, the accomplishment of labor, that extraordinary feeling of being held and supported in th…
Every time, she asks me some version of “why do they look like like that?” Every time, the question…
My father took the guns because, out of the three of them, he was the only one who didn’t have a felony.
The instrumentation, the concepts, the rhythms.
I want to record and savor all of the beautiful and messy moments; I want a way to look back and remember.
The home life you share with your father is one I know little about.
Having watched Bridesmaids a number of times now… enough that I can do sections of the drunken airplane speech fairly accurately I think it is time.
My mother and all her array of damage defined the very parameters of my father’s life for long, long years.