I’m considering adding a temporary facet: a forum called OtherSpeak in which any reader can submit a document for potential publication on Confessions.
My father was recently given a set of letters written by his father (now gone these fifty years and more) to a friend in the early 1940’s.
How dare he? This is not the first time he will shave his whiskers for the state, and it will probably not be the last, God forbid.
Don’t give up too quickly: on your children, on yourself, or on those “other moms” who don’t get it, or don’t talk about it.
“Let it be said I did it as well as I could and learned to wring joy out of every day in the midst of the glaring ordinary.”
This applies to more than friendships with women. It applies to marriage, child-raising, and all manner of things. People are what you believe them to be.