I turned 44 a few days ago and I had a re-birthday. Perhaps it is a "turning 44 thing?" 44 is a whimsical number it looks like two chairs standing on their head. The day before the re-birth - my worldview was rearranged - I was not selected for a job, I was not promoted.... Continue Reading →
My dad was only human…
Author's note: This story shares an event in my childhood, my dad's 40th birthday, whose impact subconsciously stayed with me into adulthood. Today would have been my father's 80th birthday - he died last November, ten days before my 43rd birthday, a few months after I finished this story. I grew to love my dad... Continue Reading →