Archive | August, 2021

Now that we’re alone

13 Aug

I can be honest.

I am so good at missing my father, so adept at longing for my daddy.

I spent so much of my life missing him that – sometimes – this doesn’t feel that different. I have always wanted more of him. I know how to conjure him and wrap myself in memories of his fading southern lilt and dimpled smile.

I am still a little girl who believes her Daddy will come home again. Nothing else feels possible – in fact, I feel so certain. Is this faith or my own year of magical thinking? This is the longest the road has ever stretched between us, but that never stopped us before.

Oh, you constant reader

8 Aug

My lone reader from China should contact me directly. I know you can still find me.