What my father smelled like

I'd like to say he smelled like Old Spice

Or a pipe

Or aftershave

But he wasn't one for any of those things

He smelled like oil

From always fixing the car

The lawnmower

The taps

The home that just wouldn't quit quitting

He smelled like a man

Just trying to keep it all together

Janice MacLeod

Janice MacLeod is the New York Times best selling author of Paris Letters, a memoir about how she became an artist in Paris mailing out illustrated letters. She has a vibrant Etsy shop and is one of the pioneering entrepreneurs featured on Etsy's Quit Your Day Job newsletter. She has been featured in Business Insider, National Geographic Traveler, Forbes, Canadian Living, Psychologies Today, Elle, Huff Post, and CBC, among others.

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