Oh that silly girl is youthfully awkward
Tag Archives: daughter
Dessert Diner
The subtle beauty in letting the day hold you and your daughter’s hand
Cooped Up
Big coop, bigger chickey
Got Myself Mad
Getting myself worked up to get back at a baby is not my highest moment
Leaving the Pool
Like I’m not even kidding they never leave the pool area
Same Family
Do they live at the pool? It’s open 14 hours and they’re always there
Indulgences
Elevating myself to a place where I fall asleep on the couch
30th Anniversary
Here’s to the longevity of love, in all its forms
Bit by bit
Growing as the grass
Shade
There is no binary good or bad dad. There are just various shades
Freak Out
You scream, I scream, we all scream against arts and crafts
Rules over Truth
Glub glug glub
Old Wound
Not as sweet as anti freeze
Made the Jump
It’s just a third of your life minutes
Good to Go
Walked at least five miles. Nice
Damn Good Ribs
Thankful for the bounty and grateful to be able to share it with loved ones
Fun Together
The soft, subtle cruelty of our parents’ habits thrust against a hopeful stranger
Familiar
Parenting is introspectively morose
Buried a Bit
The eternal well of parental sadness
Rise
5-14-21 The trouble about writing a yesterday diary is that sometimes I’m tired or busy so I don’t write until the evening. Sometimes too much time has passed to remember the nuances of almost 36 hours ago. It doesn’t matter all that much to me. Amelia is out of town with her grandparents and IContinue reading “Rise”
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