Now maybe there are some fathers who are blasé about this. Maybe there are some dads who wave a cheerful goodbye, spin on their heel, go back inside the house, pour themselves a cup of coffee and get on with their day without missing a beat.
But not me: the sight of my daughter, the last of our three kids, driving off, hit me. Hit me real hard, and by surprise.
So right now, I'm sitting here bawling.
I'm not talking brushing away a gentle tear: I'm talking one of those full snot, chest-heaving, primal yalp sob-a-thons.
So I thought I'd write about it.
"Keep the drama on the page" Julia Cameron advises writers. Which means that instead of stewing in your own dramatic juices and getting exhausted, write about it. Get it down, process it. Tame it th…