My Dad: taking a walk down memory lane
So I’ve started this sentence a dozen times, and each time I get halfway through and then start hitting the backspace until there is once again a clean slate. It’s hard to even know where to begin when...
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One of my earliest memories of my father is of me when I was probably three or four years old sitting on the edge of the tub talking nonstop while my father shaved. He never said much; in fact, I …...
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