Melodrama alert

Not that I'm obsessed, but I can't stop listening to Jim Croce's greatest hits. My father used to play it on every family road trip, back when I was tiny and my parents were together.

I can't stop imagining what he was feeling, hearing to that album over and over while his marriage fell apart. It makes me think about all the things I thought love would be when I was small, and all the things love isn't.

I guess my dad and I learned those lessons at the same time. I was just a little younger.