"You'll read about me someday." I was definitely dreaming then. With no evidence of that ever being possible, I clung to that preposterous vision and with the force of those dreams willed it and made it happen. Not because I needed to be famous, but because I needed a world that made me feel uninvited to be wrong, so I imagined myself free, I imagined myself loved, I imagined myself... as somebody." Finding Fish a memoir
Saturday, June 16, 2012
On Being a Girl Dad-5
Today, there was a big party for the oldest daughter to attend. I wasn't home, but there was an issue about the hair. My wife said to my daughter, "Your hair looks nice, but if you don't trust my opinion, who do you want to ask?" My daughter looked at her mother and said, "Well, anyone from my school or Daddy." They texted me a photo and I gave the thumbs up. She looks beautiful.
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