This post appeared on The Little Magpie in November 2011. The thing about dads is that the good ones are silent, steady and striking in their parenting. Their tactics sort of sneak up on you. I, for example, am a rather predictable mom. And, my mom was also fairly predictable in her expectations of me (although by no means ordinary or predictable overall, as you may have noted if you read last month’s posts on The Glamorous Glennis). My Dad’s best parenting successes snuck up on me. I can ... View Post
Child of Arkansas
The lithe girl was handed a torch by her father, which seemed poignant and appropriate. It was formerly a substantial silver maple branch downed by a storm, resurrected for noble duty. Stuffed with coco liner remnants from an aging flower basket and wrapped in twine, it was doused in fuel and lit. She reached for it hesitantly, and then with growing certainty. The flames swathed her face and it glowed in the dancing light, mussed hair falling about her shoulders and framing her bright eyes: ... View Post
A Cutting Confession
The thing about dads is that the good ones are silent, steady and striking in their parenting. Their tactics sort of sneak up on you. I, for example, am a rather predictable mom. And, my mom was also fairly predictable in her expectations of me (although by no means ordinary or predictable overall, as you may have noted if you read last month's posts on The Glamorous Glennis). My Dad's best parenting successes snuck up on me. I can only imagine how frustrating it can be for my husband - the ... View Post
