A Father’s Day Story
Father’s Day is tricky. My biological dad never wanted much to do with me. He was a handsome dreamer who didn’t know how to stay. Gold chains around his neck and a wide-collared shirt unbuttoned just a little too far. Alluring gap between his front teeth and eyes so blue you could swim away in […]
Skating Away
When Christmas morning arrived and there were two shiny new pairs of ice skates under the tree—one for me and one for my big sister, Carrie—I was in heaven. I tied the laces together, carried them on my shoulder, and waited for the temperature to drop. I sang, “Please don’t let this feeling end, it’s everything I am, everything I want to be…” over and over again until my sister finally told me to give it a rest and poked me with the spit-sharpened end of a Jolly Rancher stick.