My father grew up in the 1960s and he’s the toughest man I know — not because he’s never been broken, but because I have never once seen him stay broken, and the speed with which he gets back up has always looked to me less like strength and more like a man who was simply never taught that staying down was an option
There’s a particular sound a man makes when he’s trying to hold it together in front of his kids. It’s ...
