Dad Is Everyone’s Father

“I love your dad!” Athena gushed the moment I met her.

I didn’t know what to do when a stranger greeted me with, “I LOVED your memoir. Your dad is my father. I LOVE HIM!”

I admit it. I’m not used to meeting people who’ve read my books. Usually, I’m trying to sell myself, to convince a stranger to give my work a try.

I blushed. And bungled my words. And stumbled stuttered blanched.

But it took a reader to help me remember why I wrote a memoir.

We all need to make memories.

And sometimes, my father erases bad memories. He becomes the father readers wish they had.

I’m proud to share my father with anyone who feels his strength and connects with him on a fatherly level. Some readers endured unspeakable suffering at the hands (and feet and belts and elbows and fists) of their fathers. If reading about Dad eases those realities or makes them bearable, he and I are both glad.

Maybe Dad got a little more time to hear from people like Athena. Strangers who love him as the father they never had.

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