May 12, 2004


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Today, all four hours of it, has been bad for fatherhood. The public reasons are obvious and everywhere; the domestic cross-talk too specific to unpack. It is an unbearably big thought to hold, sometimes, this bringing of people into the world.

A few minutes ago, someone generously forwarded to me a thing that would have made my own father really, truly happy, in an involuntary way, in a way that speaks to what he cared about and hoped I would also care about. (The link will expire tomorrow and that seems right.)

Posted by Sasha at May 12, 2004 11:17 AM | TrackBack