My Dad

On being my father's daughter.

I can’t bring myself to write in the past tense, so I won’t. Not yet.

I wake up in the morning and look at the wall of books across from my bed. My dad is a voracious reader and is so thrilled that he has written not just one but two books already—one about his life and one about our great aunt Ruth. Given my line of work, he asked me to read over his co…