Reading, Riting and Rythmatic

As good a place to start as any…

It’s been almost a whole two months since I uprooted my son from everything he ever knew and dropped him in Brooklyn somewhere between Park Slope and Gowannus.

Why would a single father move away from the support network which allowed him to maintain something of a social life while being able to boast his single-fatherdom?

Honestly, I don’t have a simple answer for that. Somewhere within the proceeding pages perhaps the answer will present itself.

Or maybe I’ll come to my senses.

There’s a first time for everthing.