At my dad’s retirement dinner, he raised his glass…

up when no one else would.”

“That’s what partners do.”

I smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

That evening, I sat down and wrote a letter.

To my father,

You can reach out to me when you’ve completed a restorative justice program. When you’ve apologized to every person you hurt. When you understand that power isn’t about the gavel you hold. It’s about continue reading …