Tag Archive: father’s day
Happy Father's Day to all you daddies out there, especially mine! My Dad, Murry (or MurMan, as Tony likes to call him), is the best. He was born to be a dad, and I'm especially lucky that he was so spectacular at being a father to a daughter. I've talked before about his ability to braid hair, all the times he sat in the football stands when I was cheerleading captain in high school to hold up a "D" or "O" sign for me so I'd know which cheers to call, since I couldn't be bothered to learn the rules of football. How he and my mom drove to L.A. nearly every weekend for 6 months to see me perform in the Groundlings Sunday Company. And now, he reads my blog every day and emails me to tell me he loved it and he's proud of me. But what has moved me the most about this past year and a half is how involved my dad has been in the planning of Tony and my wedding. You always hear about how wedding planning bonds a mother and a daughter, but no one told me how much closer it would bring me to my dad...View Article
In honor of Father's Day this weekend, I've selected Can't We Talk About Something More Pleasant? by Roz Chast for June's Book Club. It's a memoir about aging parents, which seems like a beautiful way to honor my dad! HI DAD! HAPPY FATHER'S DAY! CAN YOU BELIEVE YOU'VE BEEN A DAD FOR ALMOST THIRTY YEARS?! IT DOESN'T GET EASIER, DOES IT?! (I also picked this book because it's been on my list for months, and people keep telling me how incredible it is. I love anything that makes me cry from laughing and cry from feeling all the feelings, and this National Book Award Finalist apparently achieves both in spades...)View Article
I had a mini panic attack last night around 1am when I realized Father's Day is this weekend, and I have done jack diddly for my sweet dad. ("Jack diddly" is my dad's term for doing absolutely nothing, so I felt it's use was apropos.) I've gone into a feral state of "wedding mode," swapping showers and conversation for obsessive flower girl dress researching (necessary after J.Crew screwed us over) and second-guessing my glassware choices (probably not the best use of my time). And my dad has willingly crawled down that rabbit hole with me; his generous involvement in the planning of the wedding is a blog in and of itself, but let's just say this good ol' Texan is now well versed in the various strains of peonies. My dad is the best. And I almost forgot to send him a Father's Day card. Lucky for me, Postable exists...View Article
