**I feel like this is way more coherent in my head than it is here, but I think this conveys the basic idea...

Here’s the message I’ve been sent since I was a child, and I don’t think it’s specific to me: “You are less of a person because you don’t have the daddy-daughter bond. You are less of a person for something you have no control over. You ( Read more... )

Dear Dad,

I’m turning twenty in two weeks, and it’s putting a lot of things in perspective for me. I know we haven’t spoken in five-and-a-half years, and I know you never had a clue who I was even when we were talking, so I thought I’d tell you a little about myself and who I’ve become over the last twenty years.

I’m graduating from college next May ( Read more... )

So I spent Thanksgiving with Kira and her family, and you know what? It was fun and fantastic, and I could not love her family more. Her family is so fun and funny and just nice to me, and I love them all, from her crazy grandma to her sarcastic little brother. But I was really struck by something yesterday morning as we were driving to brunch ( Read more... )

I always think about my dad in May.  May is when he moved out, and for some reason ever since I was nine and noted the one year anniversary, I've always counted up the years in my head -- one year, three years, seven years now -- like it somehow makes a difference.  But I've been thinking my dad more often this May because this year it's the ten ( Read more... )

I hate it when people refer to God as our Father.

We were talking about it in Bible study tonight, and I was reminded of just how much I hate it.  I just finished reading Blue Like Jazz by Don Miller, and in it he talks about his struggles with his own dad.  He says, “Today I wonder why it is God refers to Himself as ‘Father’ at all.  This, to me, ( Read more... )

Note: The making of this icon was inspired by the story I'm writing.  You know, the one I posted the excerpt of.  Where the girl's dad dies.  Yeah, that one.


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So, I’m writing this short story for school. And, unlike my last one, I actually really like it (so far, anyway). I haven’t written the beginning yet, but I have written quite a bit of the middle. The following is an excerpt, and I must say, I’m really rather proud of it.

“I’m home!” Blayke called as she entered the house. “Oh, hey, Bree!”

Breena ( Read more... )

• that even after all this time, it still upset me;
• that I cried myself to sleep last night for such a stupid reason;
• that it’s been over 24 hours, yet my hands are shaking as type this, because just thinking about it upsets me that much;
• that at the sound of his voice it all came back, yet I can’t properly explain what “it” is, so ( Read more... )

I like the idea that when I grow up I’ll be able to move away.  Far away.  And I’ll have a different telephone number and email address.

And - unless I want them to - no one will be able to find me.

If I could ask you one question,

I would ask you, “Why?”

Why did you ignore me?

Why did you always lie?

Why didn’t you make an effort?

Why did you never care?

Why did you always push me?

Why couldn’t you play fair?

Why did you get on your cell phone

Whenever I got in your car?

Why did you say you wanted to be close,

But always stayed so far?

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