Tag: 30/30 2013

When my father taught me to drive I leaned on the the gas pedal with one foot and pressed the brake with the other, until he told me to let go. The car was diesel, loud and wide and I was always anxious about the far side, the side I couldn’t see. Driving along the…
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It’s been nearly two years since my father died suddenly.  And I’ve been dealing with it in little bits–waiting for the right time to face it head on.  But every time I’m confronted with another loss, I realize how fragile this approach makes me.  And I realize that there will never be a right time…
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