Twenty years ago, I took my daughter, Sara, to the ocean for her fourth birthday. She just learned to dog paddle, and proudly walked up to anyone in sight, saying, "I can swim." The sea was calm, so I ... [+]
Observation: the freckles that map her body are as limitless as the stars in the night sky. Beautiful possibilities and encounters flood my mind as I wonder, “what makes her soul dance?” I romanticize a possible reality where her and I melt into each other’s existence. But alas, it is all in my head. And the pit of unfamiliarity is a loud reminder that her and I are in different worlds.
