When I wake to the sound of construction across the lake, I find it pleasant. Some would find it annoying.
The sound of sawing and hammering reminds me of my dad, Cliff Charpentier, master craftsman. He could do anything with a piece of wood.
He built everything from houses and fine furniture to bowling balls and guitars and treasured pieces of furniture still in my home.
Today is an opportunity to exercise your writing chops with a prompt. In honor of Father’s Day, write about someone who fathered you in your life, either your biological father or someone who served as a father.
Remember, the only way to do this wrong is to not do it at all!
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Story about how my actions may have affected my dad.
Good story, Nancy. I feel your angst about the choices you made. I broke my parents’ hearts when I left South Louisiana to create a better life in Orlando, and I felt the same pain you described every time I left to come back home after a visit with them. It sounds like you dad found happiness, though, something he might not have done had you stayed.