Mushroom Montoya's Blog (2)

I Knocked on the door to Robert's house, hoping I would have the courage to ask the question, hoping that this time, the lump of grief that had taken permanent residence at the base of my throat would not interfere and choke my opportunity to make my request. I had tried so many times before. And so many times before, that dreaded lump of grief stole my voice, denying… Continue

Today is the first day of Summer 2009 and Father's Day. I am re-admiring a hand made card from my youngest child, Celeste. She created it when she was 7. She's 20 now. The outside of the card displays a hand colored heart with the words, "I Love You DaD" printed out in black crayola. The inside has a penciled hand written note, "I Love you Dad, because you play with me and tickle me!" That is such a precious gift because it melts my heart every time I see it.

We, as fathers, work hard to… Continue