This is not one of those stories where the supermodel tells you she was home alone with her cat on prom night. I did go to prom and I kissed a boy. But at the same time, for most of my childhood, I was the kid in the corner of the room curled up with a book, not the one joining organized sports teams or taping up teen idol posters. I can’t ...
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September 2012
My father’s face brightened as the yellow whaler pulled up to the dock with my 14 year-old nephew at the helm. “That…was… my… boat,” he choked out a full sentence as the mental connections attached and sputtered, like wires in a flashlight, illuminating the memory. It was the boat my father had ...