I'm a poser. I, at times, gracefully fake being a fully present father.

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From my vantage point on the nearby playground, I could see a golfer on the tee box in the distance. He looked like a legitimate professional – wearing a white belt, a bright-colored, neatly pressed shirt with matching shorts and sparkling clean, glowing white spikes. My daughter attempted to interrupt my staring, “Dad? Dad? DAD?” “Hold on, Vivi! I want to see this guy tee off,”  shushing my 8-year-old as if I were a patron at the Masters. “SHHH? What? It’s a … [Read more...]