My Father is…
…up long before dawn, deep winter, 40 below, helping a neighbour jump-start his truck; …in a darkened farm shed bent over a steel disc, shocks of light coming f...
…up long before dawn, deep winter, 40 below, helping a neighbour jump-start his truck; …in a darkened farm shed bent over a steel disc, shocks of light coming f...
You’re a reasonably good father. Your colossal mistakes are distant, the smaller ones have thinned out, and for sanity, you’ve been able to forgive ...
My father, fifth from the left, suspenders, church-picnic white shirt, head full of black wavy hair, missing the little finger of his right hand (farm incident)...
Mark: moves through the world cutting a lyrical path of creative kindness. I’d say he’s simply the sweetest guy I know, if I knew it wouldn’t ...