tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819829113979242722.post2202236458466364146..comments2024-02-28T21:09:17.490-08:00Comments on Samantha Sans Dosage: In The Name Of The FatherSamantha Duganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05214278596698698245noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819829113979242722.post-25824925750237074712013-06-17T09:06:24.626-07:002013-06-17T09:06:24.626-07:00Charlie,
Thanks sweet man. I was way more hurt by ...Charlie,<br />Thanks sweet man. I was way more hurt by that stupid email than I should have let myself be, it shows in my comment here and I am now thankful that I deleted the email to stop myself from responding to him. It wasn't anyone I know so why should I let myself be hurt by comments from an angry and hurtful stranger? No way, not when I have all you lovely people in my life which was the intent of this post in the first place, to thank you people....not dwell on the ones that don't or haven't enriched my life. I love you Charlie and I hope you were surrounded by love and adoration yesterday and every day. Samantha Duganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05214278596698698245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819829113979242722.post-19479597465350007152013-06-17T07:50:59.028-07:002013-06-17T07:50:59.028-07:00I wonder if the critical email was sent anonymousl...I wonder if the critical email was sent anonymously. <br /><br />No matter what, the fact is that your writing is your writing. You are able to share with your readers in a way that most of us could not--and we are richer for your writings--and your love.<br /><br />Forget the naysayers for they are afraid in their own hearts and are incapable of understanding.<br /><br />Methinks they must drink Gruner and like it.Charlie Olkenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02513782687786106137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819829113979242722.post-47647538156696084202013-06-16T16:38:21.625-07:002013-06-16T16:38:21.625-07:00Marcia,
Well I really thank you for the kind words...Marcia,<br />Well I really thank you for the kind words. Just got an email telling me that I should be ashamed of myself for dragging my family through the mud to further my career....sort of a stab in the gut I have to confess. Even told me that my father was probably rolling over in his grave at what an ungrateful child I turned out to be. Feeling pretty shitty even though I don't regret a damn thing, so your words were especially tender, and timely. Hugs to you...to all of you and thanks for getting me!Samantha Duganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05214278596698698245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819829113979242722.post-32368284847996559942013-06-15T11:49:32.939-07:002013-06-15T11:49:32.939-07:00Loved this piece! I was lucky enough to have a ver...Loved this piece! I was lucky enough to have a very present dad as a child. So my experiences were very different from yours. (The salad bar story is utterly fascinating....)<br /><br />Reading this was like being on a river adventure: It started with unexpected twists and turns, a few bumpy rapids, and then the curves and violence of the river began to level out and make more graceful, comforting turns to relax with. Beautifully done, Samantha.Marcia Macomberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07237764449953259939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819829113979242722.post-27043613821958192812013-06-15T09:01:54.825-07:002013-06-15T09:01:54.825-07:00Ed,
You can't know how much your support of me...Ed,<br />You can't know how much your support of me, my wines and my writing has meant to me over the years. You simply can't and I am not a powerful enough writer to explain it. What I can tell you is that I am forever grateful and profoundly moved. Thank you and I adore you. Samantha Duganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05214278596698698245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819829113979242722.post-80067102877946752962013-06-15T09:00:05.551-07:002013-06-15T09:00:05.551-07:00Wayne,
Well I am always moved by your willingness ...Wayne,<br />Well I am always moved by your willingness to read and praise me. You are just the sweetest.<br /><br />Jeremy,<br />I remember talking about parenting with you in Italy. The things you went through because of your parents and the kind of parent you yourself wanted to be, could feel it instinctively, I knew you would be a wonderfully loving and supportive father....and look at you know about to have baby girl #2! I'm so happy and excited for you...and I would love to share some breakfast tacos with that sweet faced Georgia! I'd even let her have all the beans. <br /><br />Thomas,<br />I too was on the "never" train about having kids, I just got derailed. The thing I didn't want to happen with this piece is that people think or feel as if my feelings for them are paternal per se, just my idea or sharing of people that have been in my corner, support and care for me, and you dear man are very high on that list. <br /><br />Alfonso,<br />I still can't believe you called and made me get up to see if we had Rombauer Chardonnay. Butthead. Adorable butthead but a butthead still. xoxoxox<br /><br />Charlie,<br />You my fine friend have become such an important and loving part of my life, my family really, that I simply can't imagine my life without you in it. I do love you so much and I am sending you and your loving, loved family all my heart for Father's Day. I miss you!<br /><br />Winey,<br />Kind of funny that I know so little about you but have come to place such value and knowing you are here, in my life and in my camp. Just goes to show how articulate you are with your words and your heart and I feel lucky to have you here. I can tell you are a wonderful Father, I can feel it from here. Happy Father's Day to you. <br /><br />webb,<br />That was the difficult part about this piece and I think why I went with the silly salad bar thing, to try and illustrate that my idea of a meal might now be what someone else's is, just like the idea of father is not really paternal to me.....it's about love and nurturing, of which I get far more than my fair share. I am indeed a very lucky woman. Samantha Duganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05214278596698698245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819829113979242722.post-35443919951506864612013-06-14T16:52:16.317-07:002013-06-14T16:52:16.317-07:00Beautiful self-understanding from you - no surpris...Beautiful self-understanding from you - no surprise there. Methinks you have a wonderful father - he just comes in many, many pieces. It's always a wonder to me that you can open your heart and soul the way you do. <br /><br />Happy weekend. Hope you get to spend time with your son.webbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15168174623602308906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819829113979242722.post-32920103310343210962013-06-14T09:37:31.507-07:002013-06-14T09:37:31.507-07:00Loved this piece. Was almost gonna cry, until at t...Loved this piece. Was almost gonna cry, until at the very last moment I noticed that between Carl and Eric, you'd managed to insert Ron Jeremy, and that made me smirk just a little.<br /><br />Then, as I read on through the paragraph, I teared up anyway. <br /><br />We are all so grateful for the you that you have become, Sam. And there's a big part of me that wouldn't be there without you and the things you've shared with me and taught me. And I love you, too, very much. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08492327565822719781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819829113979242722.post-82725940271877642732013-06-14T09:10:17.222-07:002013-06-14T09:10:17.222-07:00I must echo Waynegrape's sentiment.
Growing u...I must echo Waynegrape's sentiment.<br /><br />Growing up, I knew nothing of fatherhood: I had eight of them and their collective value wouldn't equal one bottle of 3 Buck Charles. My first real understanding of "father" was at the birth of my son. I looked into those new searching eyes and I knew in a moment that no matter how fucked up my life had been to that point, I did this! and my life has never seemed meaningless since. That greatest moment in my life I can now see in my son's eyes, as he looks at the new son that graces his. <br /><br />To paraphrase Terry Thiese, Lot's of wine writers, many of them good wine writers, let you taste the noise. But only the best let you taste the silence. This moving story, Sam, brought me to the silence and I am so grateful to you for that.<br /><br />WtEWiney The Elderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05001243018087143378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819829113979242722.post-7797822047391810992013-06-14T07:58:35.172-07:002013-06-14T07:58:35.172-07:00More than anything else, it is about the children....More than anything else, it is about the children.<br /><br />Sometimes it is ourselves. We never stop being the children of our parents. Sometimes it is our kids, and, now, for me, it is about my grandkids--children of a broken home that I never knew.<br /><br />Sam, I am proud, honored, flattered, moved to great joy and a the unstoppable tear as I read your words. They will add to my joy on Sunday when my family gathers around me--knowing that your wonderful spirit will be there too.<br /><br />I will love the day, yet I know, in reality, it is not about me, but about the children. It is that message, lovingly, hauntingly told, that reaches into my very being and makes me so happy to be part of your world and to have you in mine.Charlie Olkenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02513782687786106137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819829113979242722.post-36659520597508820262013-06-14T06:36:16.667-07:002013-06-14T06:36:16.667-07:00Thanks Sam
Nevermind about the Rombauer Chardonna...Thanks Sam<br /><br />Nevermind about the Rombauer Chardonnay - I got a K&N air filter from my son for my new (old) car<br /><br /><br />running.....<br /><br />xoxoAlfonso Cevolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16983431475848714789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819829113979242722.post-72548338857973880742013-06-14T05:41:04.692-07:002013-06-14T05:41:04.692-07:00Thank you, Sam, for the mention and for the Father...Thank you, Sam, for the mention and for the Father's Day wish, although I have never been a father (not knowingly, but that story is not for the Internet).<br /><br />Because of a decided lack of one from the age of six, and because I was the last of ten children, the need to be a father never struck in this soul. In fact, the need not to be one remained strong. Luckily, I finally met a woman who had the same feeling about parenting and so, we have no Father's Day and we have no Mother's Day--we have each other.<br /><br />One thing I can count every year at this time: the roses in front of the house always bloom the week of Father's Day--it's been that way for the thirty years that we have lived here, and for who knows how long before then.Thomashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07322028233207741737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819829113979242722.post-80507902352090309412013-06-14T04:44:45.653-07:002013-06-14T04:44:45.653-07:00Samantha, wow, I read this as Georgia P was having...Samantha, wow, I read this as Georgia P was having her breakfast. It's 6 a.m. in Texas and Tracie P is still sleeping. Your words made so many memories rush into my mind. Visions and sounds from visits to my father's apartment in the years following my parents separation. The situation was the different. And the situation was the same. I can still hear my mother telling me, like it was yesterday, "it doesn't mean that he doesn't love you." <br /><br />And beyond the memories of our shared dadless southern California in the 70s and early 80s, it reminded me of something I read last month in the Times.<br /><br />In an op-ed on "social nostalgia," historian Stephanie Coontz noted that <br /><br />The psychologist John Snarey has studied men who had very difficult childhoods because of their fathers’ poor parenting. Some of these men replicated the same problems in their relationships with their own children. But others were able to use the memory of what their fathers did wrong to chart a different course in their own parenting. What separated the two groups was that the successful ones neither idealized their own fathers nor focused on their shortcomings. Rather, they placed their fathers’ failures in context, turning their anger “into a sense of sadness for and understanding of the conditions under which their own fathers had functioned.” Their unhappy memories became a guide for avoiding bad behavior rather than an excuse for it.<br /><br />Here's the link: http://www.nytimes.com/2013/05/19/opinion/sunday/coontz-beware-social-nostalgia.html<br /><br />Your parenting has been an inspiration to me as face the challenges and embrace the joys of being a parent myself. <br /><br />Thanks for this post... It filled me with emotion on an early Friday morning as Tracie P and I prepare to become parents for a second time. <br /><br />So glad to be part of your life and so glad that you are part of ours. <br /><br />Sending a lot of love from Texas this morning. Georgia P would love to share her breakfast taco with you sometime and so would we... <br /><br />abbraccio jDo Bianchihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12744434741371288465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819829113979242722.post-4757392085940445132013-06-14T02:50:25.507-07:002013-06-14T02:50:25.507-07:00Deeply, profoundly honored to be mentioned in that...Deeply, profoundly honored to be mentioned in that list.<br />Waynegrapehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16856824255780948641noreply@blogger.com