The Beast Between My Father and Me, Then and Now
As I head to the gym, I’m struck with the urge to call my father. I’m 55 years old and he’s 90, but still, I need for him to know. “What’s up?” he asks. “Going to the gym,” I say, fake-offhandedly. “And?” “Forty minutes of cardio intervals, 40 on weights.” Pause. “Good, but not sufficient,” […]
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