Tag Archives: Father

Avid Reader

Saturday. I was taking Muriel to London for the weekend. A father daughter trip to the theater. I remembered the little girl who loved time with her daddy.

“How was school yesterday?”

She grunted, kept reading. Continue reading Avid Reader

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Family Values

“Nigel! Time to go!”

A head popped out above. “But it’s my day off,” Nigel whined down the stairs.

“For you.” He handed his son his coat. “Not for me.”

Nigel stuffed arms through sleeves, picked up his skateboard. Continue reading Family Values