Some would say that I’m in a “sweet spot” this Father’s Day. Others would deem it a “bittersweet spot.”
I’m in that transitional phase wherein I am not yet a father-in-law or a grandfather, but I have watched my youngest (only) child transform from a bright-eyed kindergartner into a burning-the-midnight-oil young adult.
(I remember when “young adult” was a literary category, no...