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

on ground I could not cover, and he accepted those limits without the old implication that limits were the same thing as secrets kept against him rather than kept for everyone’s safety.

It was not what we could have been. It was what we could be now.

In the morning I drove back to D.C. in the early gray.

The highway reversed itself under me, the landscape continue reading …