At My Father’s Ceremony They Said I Could Not Do Anything Right Until I Walked In And Smiled

that have been reduced but not ended.

My mother had a gift for that. Selecting things that would not quit.

I stood there a while with my hands in my coat pockets, looking at the growth.

My father came out eventually, coffee mug still in hand, and stood beside me.

“She wanted them gone,” he said.

“They aren’t.”

He studied them for a moment. “No. They aren’t.continue reading …