"The best Father's Day gift I ever gave my dad was a homemade mug, courtesy of my second grade classroom and some seriously questionable art skills. In a nod to his job as a (now-retired) oral surgeon, it was a hand-drawn picture of a mouth with a drill coming out of it, complete with long curly cord. But, thanks to my subpar 7-year-old coloring skills, it ended up looking more like a toothy grin smoking a cigarette," writes Renata Sellitti. She continues: "At the time, it seemed like a perfectly suited Father's Day gift, which my dad graciously accepted. Now, 37 years later and three years since he was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease, I have a different perspective on Father's Day gifts, and the holiday in general." And today, she's writing about how her relationship to the holiday has changed. You should give it a read. — Kelly Faircloth, Executive Editor |
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