
I Hated My Father for What He Did—But It Turned Me Around
I can no longer recall the precise words that formed in my head each time my boots hit the pavement
I can no longer recall the precise words that formed in my head each time my boots hit the pavement
I’ve always been a writer. But a traumatic experience — at least for the 5-year-old I was at the time — almost threw me off the vocation I love. I thank a crusty old university professor for helping me find it by saying the right thing at the right time.