Note: This post is kept quite short. This past November, I ended up spending hours with and ultimately confiding in the concierge at the front desk of a DC hotel I had no business being in. I'd say he tricked me into intervention, but that wouldn't be at all true. Though I struggled to articulate … Continue reading Concierge

Dads. Donuts.

In elementary school, administration hosted a before-school breakfast for fathers and daughters to attend: Dads & Donuts. Although I imagine all of the little girls in attendance appreciate the time their fathers spent with them that morning, my appreciation is rooted much deeper. I cannot create more memories with my father. He won't be at … Continue reading Dads. Donuts.