Dearest Readers, My cousin Nancy Dunlap Bercaw was here this last weekend and we spent a great deal of time talking about our families. She noted that our parents and some of us cousins were Children of the Occupation. My dad was born in Manila. I was born nearby at Clark Air Base. That Nancy…
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Our Fathers Who Art in Heaven
Dear Dad, There’s only one call I have ever made on Father’s Day. And this is the first time I won’t make that call. Even last year, when you began your steep decline, the aides at Juniper brought you to the phone. You didn’t say much but I screamed I LOVE YOU OLE DAD into…
Through the Glass, Darkly
Dear Bespectacled and Not-Bespectacled Readers, I had a terrible nightmare last night. One that I can’t shake, and has left me weepy today. In the dream, I was some place–I know not where–and I stumbled across a jumble of my dad’s glasses. All of them were there. Glasses from when he was a young man,…
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