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X Years, Nine Months is an edgy, yet light-hearted recollection of the
nine-month build-up to being a first-time dad. Written from a (fragile) male’s
perspective, this pathos-filled, warts-and-all memoir swells with universal
themes, swinging between the past and present to examine relationships and new
beginnings; the purging of demons; embracing the unexpected; and the many
milestones and obstacles along the magical path to the birthing suite.
Thanks to Phil Van Bruchem for the front cover, and to Saralinda Turner for
an early edit.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Cloud
Sitting with Edie in the girls' swimming pool this afternoon, and I say to her: Daddy was home a bit later today, wasn't he?
She nods: where were you?
And I say: at the doctor's.
She looks me up and down for bandages, sees none, and says: what for?
I needed to talk to him.
What about? she asks.
About the cloud in my head.
Frowning: what does THAT mean?
I needed to talk about why I worry all the time.
And she says: you don't need to worry, Daddy.
Why not?
Because I love you, she says, hugging me warmly.
And that's that. Who needs a shrink when you've got a beyond-her-years four-year-old?
She nods: where were you?
And I say: at the doctor's.
She looks me up and down for bandages, sees none, and says: what for?
I needed to talk to him.
What about? she asks.
About the cloud in my head.
Frowning: what does THAT mean?
I needed to talk about why I worry all the time.
And she says: you don't need to worry, Daddy.
Why not?
Because I love you, she says, hugging me warmly.
And that's that. Who needs a shrink when you've got a beyond-her-years four-year-old?
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