Tag: All the light we cannot see


Day 327/365 “The Air a Library”

Not a day goes by that I don’t think about my father. Sometimes these thoughts wrap me in a blanket of melancholy. Other times they bring on a smile or even an audible laugh. The stupidest things remind me of him – like my daughter asking me if I ever saw “Bedtime for Bonzo” (she was reading about Ronald Reagan). I never did see … Read More Day 327/365 “The Air a Library”