September 2, 2009 by The Citron Review
It depends on where you put the apostrophe; a holiday for all dads, a holiday for me. This year’s card–postmarked 2,000 miles away, three days ago–depicts a father and son fishing on a dock, a dog beside them sniffing a pail of worms. Inside, a 16-year-old jests at the fallacy of such things smudged by tears.
Nathan Douglas Hansen is a writer by way of public relations, teaching, coaching, bar tending, bouncing, telemarketing, advocating, landscaping, patrolling, nursing, translating, humping (a ruck), driving, digging, filing, reading and ironically, writing. He is the proud father of three boys and partner of one amazing Latina. He lives in Arizona.