“Happiness is a Polka”
I’m pretty sure I was hard-wired to like polka music thanks to my dad. But this is about a little more than that.
Read More “Happiness is a Polka”Don't Take This Too Seriously. I Don't.
I’m pretty sure I was hard-wired to like polka music thanks to my dad. But this is about a little more than that.
Read More “Happiness is a Polka”My dad has been gone for almost 8 years as of this writing. It’s weird. It feels like a lot longer.
Read More Remembering Dad Years Later on Father’s DayMy father was a man of contradictions. Beautiful, masterful contradictions.
Read More In Remembrance of My DadThis is wonderfully awkward and terrible to remember what I’m about to relate, so that’s got to be a win for the haters out there.
Read More Doors Week: The Most Awkward MemoryThere is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
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