Remember when Father’s Day was kind of a throwaway day in June, when dads were lumped in with grads at the far end of the greeting card aisle? Thankfully, that’s not a thing anymore—especially in Ann Arbor where U of M’s commencement happens while parents are still fishing Easter jelly beans out of the sofa.
There is major madness in Michigan, as is common in Spring. By this point in the calendar, most of us parents have been housebound and sun-deprived for months, gobbling Vitamin D to avoid snapping like Jack Nicholson in a garden maze. Our kids have already outgrown all their winter clothes and lost a few dozen
Since I’ve moved to Michigan, I’ve learned it’s particularly challenging to look outside your window at the gray slush pooling in your driveway and think about love. But think about it we must, because after four months of meteorological punishment, Valentine’s Day is all we have to keep our inner pilot lights lit until the