The Language of My Father - by Tara Monjazeb - Devotions
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Devotions: Father's Day Edition
I was raised primarily around women. My grandmother was young enough to be a second mother to me, and her many siblings created a wide-arching tree of maternal protection that follows me everywhere, entwined with my paternal aunt, cousins, and grandmother. The men in my life were present and a source of joy and laugher — but I only ever considered myself to have one father. My dad has always been his own tree — with thick branches, a sturdy trunk, and low leaves of a million shades of green. There have been times in my life when I have been so distracted that I failed to notice the shade…
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