I like that my dad makes it clear he's there to make you laugh, not to showcase his emotional range.

My dad knows how to tell a story. He'd make me laugh by doing all the different voices.

The endless definitions for feminism are exhausting. It's this, it isn't this, it's only this if you're this, etc.

I worry about stuff like getting sick, home invasions, and how animals are in pain but can't tell anyone.

There is not a racist bone in my dad's body. He doesn't even laugh at distasteful jokes.

My dad left when I was 3 1/2, and he left my mom and I.