I've spoken before about the loss of identity that comes with parenting. Its a strange phenomenon. On one hand you become so much more than you were before, you become someone you never imagined you could be. You do things you didn't know you were capable of. You become so strong and so resilient and … Continue reading Finding your thing.
Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over … Continue reading “Father Forgets” by Livingston Larned