Girl meets boy. They have feelings, instant chemistry. It does NOT translate well to texting.
“That’s life,” my dad said, referring to the dance of ups and downs that we all endure, adding the proper metaphor, “If you didn’t have hangovers, you’d want to be drunk all the time.” Some advice courtesy of my good old Dad, he of epic assertive(and-knowing-what-the-fuck-he-wants)ness.
I’ve been happily spoiled by my mother’s lack of restrictions, and her never feeling the need to perfect my proverbial picture—allowed to grow up, and slip up on the surface (read: blue eye shadow, bikini tops over t-shirts) without feeling shamed by my choices.
Around Father’s day, I asked my grandfather, whom I call Papa Chuck [not to be confused with no-one’s-favorite-pizza-joint Papa John’s], for some general wisdom, not knowing what to expect. Being in a […]