This post is written for Brother Jon‘s Funny Dad Friday installments. My dad was born into a Catholic family: he was the first child and had ten siblings—all girls. At the age of 11, he was taken away from his school desk and was presented with his first job—eleven mouths to feed don’t come cheap, choices were … Continue reading
There was a wall-to-wall mirror in our modestly furnished living room. Most of what my parents owned were hand-me-downs from our neighbours who insisted on being called friends. My father was a janitor. We lived on the rez-de-chaussée of an upscale highrise, and our neighbours – our so-called friends – were the tenants: business owners, … Continue reading