My dad, David Morgan White, died last September. September 12 at just after 10 in the evening, to be more precise. I had been with him for most of the previous 60 hours. It was a long 60 hours–especially the last 12. We gathered on Sunday morning when the doctors removed the IVs that contained […]
Rockingham County, North Carolina November 1962 “Go call your daddy and Uncle Kenneth,” Papa says, taking his big thermometer from the scalding trough. “This water’s near hot enough. We need to get to killing these hogs.” He gestures toward the pen some thirty feet away. The hogs grunt and start away as if they understand […]
by Richard Allen Smith Within two months of arriving in Afghanistan in 2007, I was sitting in the back of one of the few Humvees on Kandahar Air Field that wasn’t up-armored. Seven of my comrades and I, all paratroopers from Task Force One Fury, had rehearsed this mission over and over. This was one […]
By Ann Ivins This is the road to the house where we lived. It is Father’s Day 2008, and my husband and daughter are already at his parents’ house for the celebration. I am driving, alone, for no reason I care to examine.
Today is Father’s Day, and S&R would like to wish a happy one to America’s dads. At the same time, and in the contrary spirit that often typifies what we do around here, I’d like to be the one who acknowledges that our relationships with our fathers are often less than we’d hope for. Frankly, […]