

An Abundance of Fathers
This is being written on Father’s Day, which like the day for mothers, is bittersweet for the childless person whose parents are dead. The perfect gift, cards, families out celebrating – it’s something in which you no longer participate. You’re left alone to ponder what you’ve lost. Today was a little different. A chipmunk darted out in front of my car. I swerved. It kept running, safely to the other side of the road. Because it is Father’s Day my next thought was of my