Having lost my father some 30+ years ago, I do not care to actively celebrate Father’s Day; however, so many men that I love and admire are fathers that it seems rude to boycott Father’s Day felicitations too. To the brothers, friends, friends’ husbands, and every other man who takes the most important job he will ever do on this earth seriously, good job!
I once saw this sign and thought it was hilarious. It’s a little less amusing now that my five-year “hiatus” from my teaching career has not yielded any changes in the world via my employed contributions to nonprofit causes or payless writing of poetry. So I took a break, and had a blast reading my first book in public for a year, and there couldn’t be a worse time to look for a job doing what I studied and trained to do for 20 years. Hmmm. “Will Write for Food.” No?