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A Long December
18
Dec
Today would have been my father’s 68th birthday.
Has it been almost seven years? It feels like forever; it feels like yesterday.
Here’s a song I listened to a lot when he was sick -
A long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember the last thing that you said as you were leaven’
Now the days go by so fast
And it’s been a long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
I’m the Queen of the Beaver Mags!
17
Sep
(Originally posted on April 20, 2008)
My daddy tells me I’m Queen of the Beaver Mags!
Now that I finally have time to sit down and right this up, it’s probably not as funny as it is in my head.
Sorry to Matt who’s been waiting for this story for like… two years?
This is one of those family legends…
In June of 1975 my dad had a story published in Gallery Magazine.
So we’re at a 7-11 type thing, and I see the magazine behind the counter. Keep in mind that I was young and probably was only as tall as the counter…! I walked up, pointed to the magazine, and said, “I’m in that.”
Blink. Blink.
I’m sure the clerk very indulgently said something along the lines of “…. Right.”
“No, really! I’m in that!”
“I’m sure you are.” (What could he possibly have been thinking? What kind of father did he think I had? It’s really a wonder my dad never served any jail time.)
“No, really! My picture is in there!” I said, and I proudly proclaimed (being five, and totally obsessed with myths and fairy tales that were filled with stories of Royalty). “My daddy tells me I’m Queen of the Beaver Mags!”
HAHAH! I SLAY ME! I’m sure I probably slayed my father too; that sentence alone must have taken a good five years off his life (sorry, dad).
Oh, you probably want to see the picture? Here ya go; one author photo, complete with daughter.
My Poor Dad.
Heh.
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