My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
The Kids Are Alright
Had parents an assurance their children would in the end be all right they could be more tolerant of the stages and phases of life through which the children pass. But that guarantee is unavailable. It is another instance calling for faith. There is no need to like having to believe or trust, but there is nothing else.
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