My Father’s Getting Married…and I’m an Empty Nester

En español | My father is the prototype of the Energizer Bunny in his speedy black Pumas, shirt pocket stuffed with business cards gathered while “networking,” cell phone frequently aglow with a ring tone that hints of romance. Most nights, I can hear him shuffle around in the distant rooms of the house we share, getting ready for another evening out. Church group night? Dinner with his lady friend? The movies? Tapas and wine? I never know. I can’t keep up. All I know is that he leaves the house the same way each time. He turns to the dogs and gives them a stern look as he points to me: “You take good care of her, you hear me?” Then he leaves the house, a trail of fancy cologne in his wake. … Back to Article