Why Daddy Can't Write
Rick Reilly
May 05, 2003
Take our Daughters to Work Day was last Thursday, so I took my 13-year-old, Rae, for the first time. Hey, a kid will do anything to miss a day of school. By noon she was begging to go back.
ME: Yes.
HER: Kimberly's probably having fun. Her dad works at the halfway house.
ME: Sometimes I write about the Portland Trail Blazers.
HER: Oh! Her dad wanted me to tell you he goes to sleep every week reading your column!
ME: Oh, well, thanks.
Finally, my wife, Linda, came by and asked how Take Our Daughters to Work Day was going. We both groaned.
RAE: I don't think Dad likes this part of town to work in.
MOM: Why?
RAE: He said the worst part about his job is this damn writer's block.
I leaped up and started typing furiously.