Lest we forget
For Christmas, my son wrote me a letter chronicling my past year. He wrote about my dad’s death, grieving at Disney World, his coming out and his pushing me away when I tried to get close. About my emotional growth. About how I learned to share my feeling. I’d been thinking about my past year, […]
My baby just wrote me a letter
For Christmas, my son wrote me a letter recognizing my difficult year. Keith wrote it with his therapist, who helped edit from three pages to one. Perhaps it was a therapy exercise. I don’t care if it was an English class assignment, because The letter is framed in my office. On Christmas morning, he took […]