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Nancy Roman

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A Father’s Duties

In the parking lot at the Petco store, I watch a dad with his three kids. Two boys and girl. The boys are maybe seven and eight; the little girl perhaps four. At the entrance to the store, Dad stops. I see him tell the boys to wait a second. Dad has noticed that the …

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How My Father Retired

In the middle of October, my thoughts naturally return to my father. His birthday is in a few days. He would be 95. He died at 88, and so he had a good, long, and happy life. I don’t think he had too many regrets. He worked hard. He was honest. He was unceasingly cheerful. …

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Of Tom Mix And Clam Chowder

I’m thinking about my father this weekend. He would have been 94 on Saturday. He died 6 years ago and I miss him every day. But I remember him not with sorrow but with joy and laughter. Here’s a post I wrote four years ago, in honor of his 90th. ** Today would have been …

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The Wonderful Side Of Never

It’s another Father’s Day. My Dad was a family man. I could also say that he was a war hero, a self-taught engineer, and a handsome, intelligent, and athletic man. He could swing a golf club and he could swing my mother around the dance floor. But mostly he was a family man. He loved …

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They’re Practically Twins!

Considering how much I adored my father, it was astonishing to me that I fell in love with and married a man who was so different from my dad. Take Sports, for example. My father was a true sports fan. Football, basketball, baseball, golf. Though I am a horrible athlete, I know a lot about …

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Dad, The Annoying

Every year at this time, I remember my Dad’s birthday with a small tribute. I’ve discussed some of the things I loved about him (‘The Smartest Person’), and some of the things that he loved (“Of Tom Mix and Clam Chowder”). But my Dad was just a guy after all, and he could be just as annoying …

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The List Of Us

(While my computer undergoes a (hopefully) brief hospitalization, here’s a poem from my poetry site With Resistance.) The List Of Us In my father’s wallet we found one small sheet torn from a notebook folded and re-folded sliced through in the crease and in my father’s careful hand were all his children’s names and birthdates …

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Of Tom Mix and Clam Chowder

Today would have been my father’s 90th birthday. In honor of the occasion, I’d like to honor some of his favorite things. Tom Mix: My father’s earliest memories included going to the theater to see Tom Mix in a silent movie. To Dad, Tom Mix was a real cowboy. (He certainly had a real hat, …

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The Conspiracy

I have a theory for everything.  Some of my theories are what my family calls “out there”, but I have one theory that has abundant evidence supporting it. I believe that when a boy reaches a certain age, (probably when he discovers his best friend/body part), his father sits him down for a serious and …

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