My Parents Left Me in the ICU and Flew to Cancun Until I Saw the Same Name on the Visitor Log Every Night

could remember. Not the useful honesty of a supervisor’s feedback or the practiced honesty of a therapist’s reframe, but the raw and personal honesty of someone naming their own failure clearly and without decoration.

“I’m not looking for a father,” I said, because I thought it was important to say it, to establish the actual terms of whatever this continue reading …