A Father’s Day Story
A Father’s Day Story The Old Soul of Gen X Fatherhood This Father’s Day, I sink into my recliner in our suburban living room, my well-worn coffee mug warm in my hands, steam rising as sunlight filters through the blinds. A Gen X father, raised by a single mom, I carry a time-worn spirit from elders-Granny, aunts, uncles, kin born when the 19th century faded, their lives weathered by wars and want. Over kitchen tables, with fresh-baked cinnamon rolls, they shared stories of grit and grace, giving me memories older than my 1970s corner house and cul-de-sac childhood. I write for…