The Day I Discovered Panic (Part 1)

My daughter and I went on our first solo father-daughter outing when she was three.  Days, not years, and that’s actually rounding up.  She had only come home from the hospital the night before.

It was a magical time for many reasons: meeting our new child, realizing we had made

Memories and Birthdays

I didn’t want to see my daughter being born.  Not because I wasn’t excited to meet her, or because she wasn’t going to be important to me.  I’m squeamish.  (Yes, the bold italic version.)

Also, my brain doesn’t simply remember unsettling things, it DVRs them so that I can