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Fathers

There may be one male teacher at my daughter’s elementary school, not including the principal. I was recently informed that at one Bloghouseparticular public high school in our school system, 80 percent of the students belong to single-parent households. Guess which gender is raising the kids alone? While I wasn’t smart enough to appreciate it while I was younger, my Dad was an essential component of my upbringing. My Mom’s role seemed more visible, sure, but my Dad’s filled in the gaps. If Mom taught me patience, a sense of identity, the space to cry, Dad gave me the backbone, the safety net, to work it all out in the real world. It’s lineage runs from him, through me, and on to my daughters–I hope.
For those who are trying every day, for those who are showing up, for those who jump gleefully into the daddy breach (yippee-ki-yay!) I say Happy Father’s Day.

Sign of the time

Book signings provide a chance to meet supporters in the flesh, to interact with real humans in this era of digital books, digital discussions and digital photographs. How nice it is to shake hands with, laugh with and chat with readers and supporters.

John, at the book signing

Book signings, for me, crystallize those ethereal hours, days, months spent deeply alone creating. Something began in private ends with a very public showing; what was selfishly created becomes relentlessly shared.

Special thanks to my father, John A. Brown, for taking the photos (check them out here) and for all-around dad support, which is ever-present in uncounted moments, but vitally measured in a life made secure.  Thanks always, dad.

It was fun seeing folks I haven’t seen in some time, witnessing the tireless efforts from wonderful behind-the-scenes workers, and meeting new people.

I am grateful, and blessed.