It’s been a while since I have written anything on here. That’s not to say I don’t think about my Dad quite literally every day – but I...

I’ve been wrestling with what to say about this. How to put the swirling emotions that reside in my chest down on paper. How do I say...

Every year I could look forward to one story in particular from my father on December 10. Maybe it was in the morning before school, or...