A recent, and passionate, email from a reader reminded me of the enormous confusion that exists, predominately among men, about the definition of ‘daddy’.
My friend Tara, from Relative Evolutions, wrote a recent essay on how marriage is work. She ends with this question,
“Marriage is work. So why do we congratulate those who leave a dead-end job while shaming those who leave a dead-end marriage?”
It’s an excellent thought and worthy of a response.
I can still remember when it happened, where I was, what I wore, and what I was doing when it all went sideways. No time or distance will erase the mark left when everything changed, the moment I came to myself.
Age brings rolling avalanches of sentimentality. As the days in the rear view begin outnumbering those in the windshield, one starts feeling the draw of former things. For me this is most acute for anything to do with college. While some didn’t enjoy their college experience, though I don’t know a single one, for me it remains perhaps the most memorable four years of my life.