Growing Up Divorced

My earliest childhood memories are not of vacations, splashing in waves as the sun cascades over my family.  I can’t see any images of where we spent each holiday or participated in activities we all enjoyed on a Saturday afternoon.  Even when I look back at pictures of fishing trips and boating excursions, evidence that these family events did take place, the smile is missing on my dad’s face, his thick mustache covering a stiff upper lip.  I look closer and recognize the vacant expressions mirrored on all of our faces. ...more
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