My son grins, and the sun shines too. By Clint Martin
fathers
My son obsessively exercises during the commercials of whatever he happens to be watching. By Michael Bahler
Last spring, when we finally gave up the dream of returning to school, I held onto September as my North Star. By Steven Newmark
My father was an every-other-weekend dad, then a once-a-summer dad and, finally, a phone-it-in dad. Then we lost touch. By Stephen J. Lyons
Dad never had to say he disapproved of my upcoming marriage. It was clear from everything he did. By Elizabeth Margaret Newdom