At 6 A.M. My Daughter Texted Me About the Money She Took and Said She Was Gone for Good

the letter I had written to my past self and the letter I had been composing in my head for my future self, the one that said I hope you always remember that your needs are not an imposition and your dreams do not require anyone’s approval to be real.

I was sixty-eight years old.

I had a reservation for Japan in the spring.

I was not finished.

I was, in continue reading …