Where Is My Father?

I wrecked my car a few days after my dad disappeared. I spun out on black ice in Elgin, Illinois, wrapping the car around a utility pole. I had graduated college about six months earlier, and though flat broke I had bought a brand-new Pontiac secured with nothing but a job-acceptance letter. I am by…

Everything’s Gonna Be All Right: 2

“Which parent do you feel closest to?” He was a caricature of a child psychologist: sandy, side-parted hair, large wire-rimmed glasses, dressed like Mr. Rodgers. He spoke with a soft, low, monotonous voice, barely above a whisper. I considered carefully, looking off to one side, and answered very slowly, “I’d have to say… my mother……

Double-Sided-Sticky Tape: Humiliations Galore

I have a really bad memory about double-sided sticky tape. When I was about five years old, my dad took me over to the church to keep him company as he fulfilled a small errand. The church bowling team had wrapped up their season, the trophies were in, and the little brass plaques had arrived…