old (2008), Uncategorized


This morning, for the first time in at least six years, I called my father to wish him a Happy Father’s Day. The conversation was a bit odd, and it didn’t go the way I thought it would, but it was just fine. The phone call wasn’t about me — it was about a daughter calling to wish her father a wonderful Sunday, and I’m sure he hung up with my goal accomplished: to let him know I was thinking about him and, despite everything, he’s still my dad. Today I’m grateful to be able to show up in people’s lives not for my own selfish reasons but for the right ones — and, really, 99.9% of the stuff that happens in the world has absolutely nothing to do with me.