Warm rough hands, worn work boots, dirt on the pants and a dance in his eyes. Hey everybody, dad’s home.
I’m impressed by your creativity, I said. What’s your secret? She took a long drag on her cigarette and said, Being a mom, you learn how to improvise.
My father used to carry a briefcase when he went to work every day before we left for school. Now, he stays at home & cooks us hot dogs for breakfast.
I didn’t listen to her because she was my mother & wouldn’t know anything until I was much older.
The first time his laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same.