Grieving my father’s death and why I’ll always be a daddy’s girl.

Time is a funny thing. We often wish it way, waiting for the days to pass until we can enjoy the weekend, or hoping weeks fly so we can get to our vacation. But then when somebody close to you dies, we just wish for that time back. … More Grieving my father’s death and why I’ll always be a daddy’s girl.

Daddy

  Daddy, dad, pops, pa, papa, father, whatever you call him he’s the man. The dude, the hero and the guy in charge. (Well, unless the mom’s in charge) Growing up, he was the one who laid down the law and the one who enforced it. He was the one who joked around and broke … More Daddy

The sound of paper

I love paper. I grew up visiting my dad at work, which was a print shop. An old school, letterpress and off-set print shop, where there would be mountains of paper, drawers full of letters, the smell of hot ink and the continuous hissing and clicking of paper being fed into machines. It brings me … More The sound of paper