For a couple of years, on this day, I've posted the same piece about my dad.
He was a character. He was entertaining, irreverent, brilliant.
I was going to write something new this year.
Something about him teaching his kids so much. How to dance, pray, debate, tie our shoes not in double-knots. He taught me to drive his jeep over the levee, clean a fish, back up a boat trailer.
But instead of writing a thoughtful blogpost, today I'm thinking about my trip this weekend to Houston. To talk to kids and their teachers on a panel of writers about our debut books, at the Tween Reads Festival.
I think Daddy would understand.
And I think he'll really smile down when I write that book about fishing.
If you care to read my previous thoughts about Dr. Jack, CLICK right here, please.