“We Cannot Become What we Need to be by Remaining What we Are,” by C.B. Auder
Apr 20th, 2017 | By Defenestration“I need a transplant,” Dad said, and before I could even back up my spreadsheet, the old man had tripped over the coffee table and windmilled into my lap.
I’d always thought of my father as a person only in the abstract, of course. But once that cruller-loving flesh bag was slumped across my chair, pinching my carpal-tunnel arm? Well.