The House I Grew Up In, The One I May Never Revisit

This reconiliation business is hard: not just emotionally, logistically. As I ease into 2013 armed with resolve to rekindle a relationship with my father, I find the need to understand the barriers between us. My father lives in the same house I grew up in. Vincentown, NJ is a tiny town in southern New Jersey that is an easy 90 minute drive from here. He does not have a computer but he does have a telephone. Why don't we communicate more? Quite simply, I hate talking on the phone. And, he doesn't know how to text or email. My aversion to phone conversations is for another post. Why … [Read more...]