Raised in Apartheid-era South Africa, my mixed-race father had no shortage of scars. But as dementia overpowered his brain, his anxiety and fears melted away, and I met a man I...
As a doctor, Dad was very specific in his wishes for end-of-life care. I agreed wholeheartedly…back when it was purely theoretical.
I was just ten when my father passed, long before the Internet. But giving him a digital footprint paid off more than I could have ever anticipated.
Time never moved slower than when my father was dying. But finally losing him made me start living like there’s no tomorrow.
From Reagan to Obama, Dad taught me that patriotism transcends partisanship.
How a tiny nonprofit prepares nervous young fathers for life’s biggest challenge, and then sticks with them for years to come.
On a wild weekend away from home, my sister and I met our father’s very young, very naked girlfriend…and learned how keeping secrets can slowly tear a family apart.
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