Father of the Year Progress Report
The first draft is coming along very well. I will be turning it in at the end of the year for a scheduled publication in June for Father's Day. Right now I'm writing a flashback about my mother and what I remember about her. It's a little rough going. I was sixteen when she died, twenty-eight years ago. Still, there are a few images, a few emotions, that I can revisit as if they happened this morning.
