I was nine when I first thought my dad wished I wasn’t his son. It was the end of the summer break in 2003. I was chilling at my boxy, white Ikea desk, etching bubble- lettered maxims onto my school folders, when I heard him...
What Fishing With My Infant Taught Me About Being a Dad
THE BIRTH of my son takes top honours in the family timeline, but my company’s three months’ paid paternity leave is a photo-finish second place. My wife, by comparison, worked on contract and received no paid leave. So a few weeks after having the baby, she went back...
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What Fishing With My Infant Taught Me About Being a Dad
What Fishing With My Infant Taught Me About Being a Dad
Hook, line, and lil stinker.