Pappadoo For Me

Jun 20, 2011 by

I spent Father’s Day with my mostly-single girl friends on Martha’s Vineyard … and my dad was there with mom too – down the street – so we were able to celebrate Father’s Day with a breakfast together, all seven of us.   I am not sure the last time I was with Dad on Father’s Day but when I see him, aging quite well, I’m only reminded of how smart, funny, complex, and engaging he is. One of my girl friends noted that he is an “idealist”. Another noted that the loves to “politically confront – all the time”.  Both are quite true. A flag-waving Democrat, he has always fought for the underdog in life, and what I’ve learned is that at throughout life, everyone has his or her being or championing the...

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Celebrating Our Dads

Jun 19, 2011 by

As diverse as every girlfriend is, her relationship with the first man in her life is as unique. The Gf authors are no different when it comes to our fathers. Some of our dads were very involved with their daughter’s lives while others not so much so. After our Mother’s Day Series we had a special request from Bonnie’s dad. How could we say no?!  We hope you enjoy the video and stories and memories about our dads because as Polli put it … Fathers should be every bit as celebrated as...

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A Dad For Daughters

Jun 18, 2011 by

There are dads who were meant to be fathers to boys and dads who were made for girls. My dad, Lou Bloomberg, was a dad for daughters. Perhaps that’s why I love dads & daughters. He was the oldest child in a family with 4 sisters, so I suppose he grew up with an added dose of sensitivity. With my mom, my sister Susan and me he continued to be surrounded by girls. When people asked if he regretted not having sons in his life he’d look at them as though he felt sorry they were missing something extra special. As with the story of my mom, my dad took joy in being a father, however, his first love was being Anne’s husband and soul mate. (But that’s a post for another day.) I...

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Young At Heart

Jun 18, 2011 by

My Dad is the greatest guy. He’s young at heart and full of forgiveness. He’s always been one of those Dads that other kids wanted to be around. I miss him, now that I’m far away in CO and he’s still in NY. But, there will always be a soft spot in my heart for my Dad. This picture is one of my favorite – it’s my Dad with my oldest daughter when she was about seven. This is how I will always remember him – as this ‘guy’ – the one who made all the kids happy to be kids. This Dad was warm, happy, funny, full of laughter, and always ready for a camping trip. Up with Dads everywhere!...

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Present – The Story Of Me And My Dad...

Jun 18, 2011 by

My dad bought me the nicest ring last weekend at the local Fine Arts Center.  I love it!  It’s a beautiful ring, but mostly I like how it makes me feel like an adored little girl. Is that odd at my age?  I suppose it could be, but that’s the story of me and my dad. The story starts with a very functional relationship between two very young people, my father in his early 20s and me as a young child.  I suppose parenting is a mystery for many people when a first child is born, but since my grandparents had divorced in my dad’s childhood, something uncommon and frowned upon at the time, the future must  have been that much more murky. It could not have been easy.  With no model for an...

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It’s Raining Men

Jun 17, 2011 by

It’s Father’s Day , the time of year when we celebrate our Dads. Saw a card in the store the other day, Said something like…”Want to know why Father’s Day is in June? A bunch of dads were sitting around about a month after Mother’s Day and said Hey! What about us!!” Hallmark outsells Mothers Day cards 9:1 over Fathers Day. According to all the ads, every man alive wants a big screen TV or power tools (OK, a few fashion conscious men want golf shirts and madras shorts) If you believe Madison Ave, every man will be grilling something this coming Sunday, usually huge hunks of beef. Seems a bit limited and stereotypical to me. Fathers should be every bit as celebrated as Moms! I’m lucky to still have my Dad. He’s an...

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The Secret Side Of My Dad

Jun 17, 2011 by

I’ve always heard that it’s common for girls to not get along with their mothers, particularly during the terrible teens, but that was never the case for me.  I honestly cannot remember ever getting into a single fight with my mom.  Dad, however, was a different story. Dad was Archie to Mom’s Edith.  He was a very large, intimidating man and was not the most patient person in the world.  Most people were afraid of him, but for some reason, I never was.  I think he liked that I would stand up to him, but it also frustrated him.  He loved to push my buttons, teasing me relentlessly until my temper flared and I would yell at him and storm off.   We had a couple fights that were doozies and it wasn’t completely uncommon...

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I Almost Married My Father Three Times [that’s why I never married]...

Jun 17, 2011 by

There’s a platitude which, like most platitudes, turns out to be mostly right.  And that’s that most women marry their fathers.  Peek in at anyone’s family reunion and it’s almost ludicrous to observe how many women have spouses or boyfriends who are dead ringers for Papa Bear. Both my sisters married men like my passive, dependent, self-pitying father.  After therapy, the younger sister stopped all that and hooked up with a go-getter who was grown up enough to stand on his own two feet. Me?  Three times I became seriously involved with mirror images of dear old dad.  The man I actually became engaged to physically resembled my father, right down to the shuffling way of walking.  Wisely, I never married.  In 2003, I finally did have the kind of therapy I needed.  Since...

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Finding the Right Words

Jun 17, 2011 by

My father, Sol Radam, died at the age of 90, right after celebrating his ‘second’ 90th birthday. It seemed fitting that my bigger- than- life father would wind up with two birthdays. We always believed his birth date was December 17, 1913, the date on his passport and Army papers. But at the age of 88, after requesting his birth certificate from Liverpool, England, where he was born, he was informed that his birthday was ‘officially’ January 22, 1914. Evidently the midwife, who delivered him on December 17, didn’t register the birth until January 22 after the turn of the year.  His tombstone in the National Cemetery in Denver, Colorado shows the January date of birth. When it came time to choose words for the tombstone, my family knew we wanted something that captured...

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Making Dreams Come True

Jun 17, 2011 by

My Dad Carl will turn 88 years young this year and he is my biggest fan and supporter. He is the father of four girls with no sons. With five women in the household including my Mom, a strong and powerful women in her own right,  was 100% behind all of us women pursuing our dreams and goals professionally. He was an enlightened man on equality for women way before it became popular for men to do so. I am so grateful to my Dad for this fact as he was way ahead of the times on supporting non-traditional professional careers and roles for women. Thank you Dad, I love you most for ALWAYS supporting me on pursuing my dreams!...

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