My First Son, a Pure Memory (Updated With Podcast)
21/09/2008
I cradled his head, his features peaceful, perfect, blank.
I cradled his head, his features peaceful, perfect, blank.
No Googling on the first date, please.
As a reporter, wasn't I safe from critiques? Not on the Web.
He was asking to be an adult, no matter how bad the consequences.
Gay and unmarried: the new unheard-of.
Unable to rule events, I vowed not to worry (or answer the door).
Some couples become swingers; we provoked the nut down the road.
A gift for my daughter brings up memories of childhood with my father.
I had a habit of getting a tattoo after a breakup, believing a tattoo was sexy because everyone could see that you opted for pain.
Would my daughter fall victim to our legacy of family anguish?