Real Men Don’t Cry While Washing Dishes

I was trying f*cking hard not to cry.

Standing at the sink, washing dishes in our tiny two bedroom Los Angeles apartment.

Trying to be strong for my family. Man up, ya know, don’t let the weakness show.

It was about 8 years ago.

I was home alone with my daughter who was a few months short of her second birthday.

The fires had been ravaging the Los Angeles hi…