Dad

  • When a stoplight is magical

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    As I was sitting at a stoplight yesterday after I left work, I thought of my Dad. I think of my Dad a lot when I’m at a stoplight, actually. When I was a little girl and was sitting at a stoplight with my Dad, he had me convinced that he was a powerful psychic…

  • Milkshakes and Bazooka gum

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    Dad still took us places. We didn’t do things as a complete family anymore, but me being the youngest I didn’t have any frame of reference about that because I was too little to ever remember us doing things with both my mother and father. About 1973. Rocking a fabulous pantsuit and posing in  front of…