Just one example

My father and I strongly disagree on several political issues.

It's a credit to him, then, that throughout my life, he has not, for the most part, discussed politics with me, beyond instilling in me a sense of responsibility to be educated, informed, and to act on that information by considering it and then voting accordingly. Growing up, he provided me with access to information, and when I had questions, he answered them factually and in an unbiased manner.

My father has always let me make my own decisions. I am very grateful to him for that, and I am proud of him as well, because that is not an easy thing to do. Despite our disagreements, I am very glad he's my dad, because his influence has made me a better person.

Happy Father's Day.

(Fic) Star Trek: He Could Smell the Flowers of Bermuda

Title: He Could Smell the Flowers of Bermuda in the Gale
Author: framlingem
Characters: George Kirk, Winona Kirk, Christopher Pike, OC.
Rating: G
Genre: Gen, I suppose. There's a fade-to-black! Nothing uncanon.
Summary: After the destruction of the Kelvin, Starfleet sends out a survey crew, because some things are important.
Notes/Warnings: With apologies to Stan Rogers for stealing some of the words and imagery from his song, "The Flowers of Bermuda", which you can hear here, as sung by Heather Dale. I'm very, very new to Trek fandom, and only found out that Jim Kirk had an older brother after I knew I wanted to write this, so this has him as the oldest.

( Someday,” he says earnestly, “someday, Winona, when I'm a captain... )