For my father on his 82nd birthday

After my dad died, when my daughter asked me if I believe in heaven, I hedged my bets. I told her only what I knew to be true: that different people believe different things, and what some of those beautiful ideas might be. But one recent day – at a swimming school, of all placesContinue reading “For my father on his 82nd birthday”

For my father, who loved Costa Rica

One of my favorite things about my five-year-old daughter is that before she runs anywhere, she winds up like a cartoon character. She leans back on her right foot, her whole body at an exaggerated tilt, her left elbow cocked in front of her like a shield, lips pursed in smiling determination. Then she takesContinue reading “For my father, who loved Costa Rica”