My sister and her kids took my father out for his 69th birthday last night. I called while they were en route to whatever fabulous restaurant they were going, my father jovial and saying he hopes I can make it there for his “big one” next year. I want to more than he probably realizes. It kills me to be so far away when every other child of his (blood and otherwise) is right there in Memphis with him. This makes me wonder why I moved 350 miles away so many years ago. Was I escaping something?
Perhaps I was. I …read more

I reckon it’s quite common for women to admire the first and probably the most important man in their lives. They grew up with an admiration and love for this man they’ve known to be their father, protector and friend. This man, after all, gave them the foundation of who and what a man should be.
I do wonder about it, though.
I’m not one of them, you see. I was never the daddy’s girl. I wasn’t fortunate enough to have established a workable relationship with him. That’s why I can only speculate on how these women have turned out.

Do you look …read more