Stories related to fathers

Quality Time

He wasn’t supposed to take a five year old to the bar. “Damned cute!” Coins dropped to the floor for me to grab. I tattled when we got home.

Daddy’s Lie Was Better

As a child, my Daddy told me the brightly lit hillside was an ancient Indian burial ground. When I grew up, I found out it was a ski slope.

Clean Sweep

The door slammed, echoing down the long hall. Dad and I both gasped and quickly swept up the crumbs. The cookie monsters were home.

Welcome to a week of ‘Dad & I’

We hear the car door close outside. All of our contributors look at each other, excited and nervous. We gather in the kitchen. Dad’s home.