oh, daddy.
One Year When I got to his marker, I sat on it, like sitting on the edge of someone’s bed and I rubbed the smooth, speckled granite. I took some tears from my jaw and neck and started to wash a corner of his stone. Then a black and amber …
how will you leap on Leap Day?
So, here’s the story, in short form: A book that had great impact on me as a college student: Sam Keen‘s To a Dancing God. My father had just died, and Keen’s story of the Peachseed Monkey in that book touched me deeply: Once upon a time when there were …
