sorry about that
Funny how I considered Mom the weak parent, but he's the one who killed himself.
Funny how I considered Mom the weak parent, but he's the one who killed himself.
Upon seeing my newborn daughter for the the first time, it occurred to me that, at age 36, she was the first person I had ever met who was related to me.
By the time she was eleven, I was dismayed to realize that, instead of being the best available antidote to my chronic existential angst, she was developing into its second-generational embodiment.