It’s not a secret that our relationship is something for the ages. The memories flood my brain the way tears are flooding my eyes. A teacher reading the last line of a retreat letter you wrote to me, “How did I get so lucky [to be your dad]?” I remember it like it has just …
Last month I hired a professional organizer to help me with my living space. I had this vision of a part content locker, part creative studio, part apartment complete with a bed and a kitchen but the reality of my health was preventing that from happening. Existing in the current state of my space had …