Dear Mother, Mom, Eileen,
Guess what I’m writing about? Your name!
I never understood why my father insisted on being called ‘Daddy’, or why he insisted that I call you ‘Mother’! I wonder what you wanted to be called. Read the rest of this entry »
Guess what I’m writing about? Your name!
I never understood why my father insisted on being called ‘Daddy’, or why he insisted that I call you ‘Mother’! I wonder what you wanted to be called. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s late May 1960. I’m 16 years old and about to meet the 3rd most formative man in my early life. My father is #1. The Shopkeeper is #2. This man will become #3.
I’ve just graduated from high school and am looking for a job. Read the rest of this entry »