The Art of Letting Go (And Picking Up Their Socks)
I measure my days in discarded garments and forgotten water bottles. Each one a breadcrumb trail of my daughters’ whirlwind […]
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The Distance Between Us (Is Only About 10 Feet, But Still…)
I heard footsteps. Slow, hesitant, making their way down the basement stairs. No door to knock on, no barrier to
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Dance Dads, Drive-Thrus, and the Art of Running Late
I live my days as a typical 42-year-old girl dad, but between 5:00 p.m. and whatever-o’clock we finally leave the
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