We seem to have lost our way. The way that we knew. The way that was so certain. It’s not one of those situations where you wake up and discover everything you thought, everything you believed in was a lie- it’s more like you wake up to find your bed is on the ceiling and…
Despite his violence and selfishness, I loved my dad. I always have. However, that love required dexterous skills. My love for him was filled with posturing, distance, the ability to entertain, and to make certain that I never put any unnecessary strain on him. My dad was a child and as long as you remembered…