Today I think of my Papa as I most love to remember him: My best cheerleader! He was so full of vibrant joy and optimism, and so enthusiastic about our little routines. He staunchly defended me at all times. He was delighted by our friendship. He made me feel worthy of genuine interest. He wasContinue reading “Father’s Day & Grief”
This poem was written for the Cow Tipping Summer Writing Workshop earlier this summer. It was written in 10 minutes, but I love how it turned out. It is about missing my dad.