my brown baby
terry elvis
I am living in a nightmare. I am praying that I can soon wake up to the words, "We found your daughter. She is safe."
family drama
When in doubt, ask yourself if Lauren Hutton would wear it. If not, don’t put it on. (He loved Lauren Hutton.)
Note to anyone wanting to reconcile with an estranged family member: Try an offer of coffee at 8 am.

Nov 14, 2013 at 2:00pm | 155 comments

family drama
I was 11 days away from my seventh birthday and taking a bath when my father shot himself in our living room.
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The night of July 8th my phone rang at exactly 11:36 pm. It was him. I thought to myself “What does this jerk want?” and tossed the phone back on the counter. The next morning I got a text from my older sister saying my father died.
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According to some new "research," if your dad wasn't around then you probably put yourself into some sexy situations.

Jun 18, 2013 at 1:30pm | 88 comments

Every year around father’s day I hear the message either directly or indirectly that you should call your father before it is too late. Well, I did that and we have not talked since.
After reading this, I demand you go tell everyone you know that you love them. I'm serious.
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What had been a complicated father-daughter relationship became an impossible one.
I am 31 years old and I have never met my father, but that does not stop him from regularly contacting me online, calling me names and telling me how to live my life.
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On September 11, 2001, my father disappeared forever into the dust and flames and papers that rained down on lower Manhattan.
It almost seemed like my dad was doing the porn equivalent of making a kid smoke a ton of cigarettes as a punishment for catching them smoke, desensitizing me to the thrill of watching porn.
My dad was biking along a busy stretch of road about 10 minutes from our house when he was hit by a guy in a van who had momentarily fallen asleep at the wheel. He died that day.
I couldn’t tell you how old I was when I learned to read or when we stopped practicing cursive in school, but I can describe the view from the upper floor of the Columbia-Presbyterian hospital parking garage in almost perfect detail.
There would be some years when he would send a birthday or Christmas card, some years when he wouldn’t. Months, and then years, would go by without a phone call.
Being the priest’s kid defined me and my siblings even more so than being the children of a disabled person.
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In New York City recently, a father showed up at his daughter’s school swinging, I kid you not, a chain and padlock, demanding to know who was having sexual intercourse with his daughter/
When my ex and I split, I wasn’t quite sure how co-parenting our son was going to work out.
Four months after my father’s death, I decided to go back to college and get a bachelor’s degree. I had wanted to eventually do it for myself, sometime in a non-specific future, but it was my father’s death and the crushing depression and anger that I experienced afterwards which catalyzed my decision to do it as soon as I possibly could.
Most of the time, I feel like I'm getting ready for another gunshot in the night, another life-changing morning when I'll have to figure out how to pick up the pieces and stand tall in the sunlight of my own, personal, post-apocalyptic world.