Tag Archives: Fatherhood

My old fashioned father

My old fashioned father

One of the gifts of parenthood is being able to reflect upon your own childhood with more clarity, more understanding and more appreciation. It’s being grateful for the times your parents trudged up a ladder onto a roof to string Christmas lights to bring you joy. It’s realizing all the selfless things, all the inconvenient… Read more

His baby

His baby

It’ll be worth it, he says, as he closes the door behind him and trudges to the barn, whipping his red flannel jacket up and over his shoulders. Back in the trailer, the baby cries and his oldest daughter whines. He only came home twenty minutes prior, and they miss their father already. Because, you know,… Read more

Tonight we danced

Tonight we danced

Tonight the dishes sat piled in the sink and the laundry went unfolded. Netflix went untouched and the couch sat empty. The chicken coop was closed by our neighbours and the horses’ water was filled by them, too. Because tonight we danced. Tonight we dropped both girls off for the first time to stay the night at… Read more

Four fathers

Four fathers

In the past four weeks I’ve witnessed four men become four fathers. Four men who found four very different ways to provide for their family when they needed it most, as their family needed it. Four unique families whose lives changed in an instant, as they walked the path that is leaving behind all things… Read more

Not bad but different

Not bad but different

Doing the dishes this morning, while the baby slept, I remembered we don’t smuggle kittens anymore. We don’t drink whiskey and we don’t go to shows. As I scrubbed scrambled eggs off the cast iron skillet you’d made us, I remembered we don’t go out for breakfast much anymore. Or lunch. Or supper. We met… Read more

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