Showing posts with label father. Show all posts
Showing posts with label father. Show all posts
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Good Enough
Even though I have not lived with my parents in four years and am largely independent of them, I still want them to be proud of me and support my decisions.
Labels:
change,
decisions,
discomfort,
dissent,
family,
father,
moments of vague irritation
Saturday, August 9, 2008
It Hurts Me To Say, But Sometimes The Truth Must Come Out
Parents can be real fuckers sometimes.
Labels:
father,
moments of sorrow,
mother,
parents,
unfortunate truths
Saturday, August 2, 2008
The Dance Of The Dissonant Daughter
I am a drain on money with no return.
Labels:
father,
frustration,
moments of sorrow,
monetary issues
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
He Couldn't Even Stand Up By Himself
Seeing my father after his surgery was a very strange and surreal experience.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Dolly Good, Hernia Bad
Even though I know a hernia operation is a standard and routine surgery, I cannot help but be nervous for my father.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Two Entirely Different Types Of "Alone"
Her father has died and I have been left alone on New Year's Morning but not nearly as alone as she.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Priceless Moments
My favorite moment this Christmas Eve was dancing to Christmas music with my father while Dan and my mother danced together in the kitchen.
Labels:
dancing,
father,
holidays,
memories,
moments of happiness,
music,
other,
parents,
simple pleasures,
together
Friday, September 28, 2007
I Wish That Their Lives Were Different
Sometimes I get so angry about things that I cannot change that I almost work myself into a panic attack from the sheer helplessness of it all.
Monday, August 27, 2007
A Phone Call I Never Anticipated Making
What is the proper reaction upon finding out that someone whom, up until four years ago, you saw several times a week but were never terribly close to has died?
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Being True To Yourself Shouldn't Be This Painful To Others
The look in my father's eyes when he saw my tattoo was worse than when he learned that I had intended to move out without his permission, the oddness of which does not escape my grasp.
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