Tag Archives: father

WAITING

Every year, around this time — the end of May — I feel myself slipping into the same suspended state I was in 15 years ago when we were waiting for my father to die. It comes with the purple

MY FATHER, RONALD REAGAN

This is one of the stories that I used to ask my father to tell again and again: He was a young actor, filming a movie in England. He always began the story with a funny anecdote about trying to

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