From Barbie to Borrowing: Hanging Out with Dad
I am convinced that my father was born with a newspaper in one tiny hand and a neck tie instead of an umbilical cord. I mean this in the most complimentary way possible; the man has a work ethic that can make any zealous overachiever feel lazy. As a kid, I hardly appreciated or even noticed how tirelessly he worked to support my family and me.
Continue reading → From Barbie to Borrowing: Hanging Out with Dad
You must be logged in to post a comment.