Shopping with the Olds

I went to the mall with my aged parents to do some Christmas shopping. Note to self: find some excuse next time to avoid going with aged parents to the mall to do Christmas shopping. I don’t dislike my parents–I love them very much. All the more so because they’re allowing me to live underContinue reading “Shopping with the Olds”

Fatherhood – Never-ending Love and Never-ending Guilt

Every time I drop my teenage son off at his mother’s after staying with me for the weekend, he waves me off with a look of intense poignancy that tears me apart. He has stayed over almost every weekend since he was six months old. I am his father and his friend. And I’m also guilt-stricken because I can’t be there for him all the time, the way I think I should be.