At the time that I knew them they were not living together. They began dating again after their divorce so I didn't really see fighting.

After a number of years dating we decided we were good partners.

When I was first divorced I started dating younger women and it was really exciting. But after a while I was like 'This is just dumb.'

What I remember most about junior homecoming was my date getting sick afterwards. That kinda sucked. Then senior year someone got gum in her hair when we were dancing. She had to get one of the chaperones to take her to the office and cut up her hair. I felt really bad for her but it worked out fine.

I lost my mother who suffered from Alzheimer's disease and we had to relocate my dad after 58 years in the family home. That was tough.

My dad and mom divorced when I was around ten and I didn't live with him after that though he was close by and we saw each other weekly. I wasn't really aware that he was a writer I didn't start reading his writing until I was about fifteen. It occurred to me then that my dad was kind of special he's still one of my favorite writers.

We always had lutefisk for Christmas dinner after which Dad read from the Norwegian Bible.

I started off playing the clarinet after I was inspired by listening to my dad's Benny Goodman records.

I realised I could run after finding out that my dad used to run and it gave me the morale that if he did it then maybe I could also run.

From time to time I'll look back through the personal journals I've scribbled in throughout my life the keepers of my raw thoughts and emotions. The words poured forth after my dad died when I went through a divorce and after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. There are so many what-ifs scribbled on those pages.