Dad’s unusual form of punishment in high school was making me write and rewrite essays until he deemed them acceptable. Not just my school essays, but on topics he’d assign me in my free time. As annoyed and frustrated as it made me then, I can finally appreciate it now. He realized my potential long before I did.
Now I’m pursuing a career as a professional writer and I have his high expectations to thank for it.
We share long legs, weird postures, insomnia, a love for weird facts and conspiracy theories, Netflix binges, sour soothers, bad puns, perfectly crafted playlists, an iconic lizard grin, and a preference for seeing opportunity in the midst of every disaster. Dads are cool, but mine’s the coolest. HAPPY DAD DAY YA’LL