Lots of dads have a hang-out-at-the-house spot. At our house, it was in the garage. My happiest hours with my PTSD-dad were there. The place where he was at peace, puttering on yet another car. It...
Archive - Month: June 2019
“Oh, I’m sorry.” “Sorry.” ” So sorry.” These are the phrases I learned at my mother’s knee. But never sorry not sorry. I said “sorry” at...