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The image of my father that lives most clearly in my memory is this: a man in a suit, on a train platform, me, a child in my PJs, staring out the windows of our car as my mother picked him up. Loading audio narration… On reflection, I feel really…
For six glorious weeks before our son arrived, I relished the delicious pleasure of total freedom. Loading audio narration… My wife Liv’s maternity leave had begun. Our living room speakers pumped out the groovy soundtrack of her favorite deckbuilding video game, Balatro.I remember the late-winter chill nipping at my cheeks…
Growing up, when I imagined my 20s, I pictured living in a huge city apartment on my own, with a partner or a quirky group of roommates. I’d decorate my home with chic art pieces, paint the walls a dusty rose, and host dinner parties for my friends.I was desperate…
This as-told-to essay is based on a conversation with Skye Mackintosh, a 29-year-old regional sales manager and father of two, based in Utah. It has been edited for length and clarity.On October 15th, 2024, I saw a picture of myself sitting by the pool and didn’t recognize myself. It was…
On the occasion of my father’s 82nd birthday, I called him to wish him well. As we chatted, I told him about a social media post shared by his former team, the Los Angeles Rams.My dad doesn’t pay attention to social media, so he wouldn’t know that the post had…
