My Dad Died Today, Was He Still Angry?
I grew up in the Midwest, moderately normal childhood. My Dad was my idol- never made mistakes, knew everything about anything, what Dads in older days were supposed to be, I guess.
If you’re ever going to be a great writer, then learn that you’re writing will never really be about you. There’s so little to connect to in this piece, mostly the ramblings of wanna-be storyteller.
Some people confuse art with function, similar to the occasional disconnect between a beautiful website and one that actually…