Dear Friends,
Having a father, or a father-shaped hole in your life, is human. It connects us on this day, whatever our particular brand of feelings may be.
I spent the early hours of this morning reading through poems about fathers and looking for wisdom or reminiscences writers have shared about their relationships with them. I wanted to offer a 10-minute space where you could suspend your own feelings and connect with others, living and dead, through the vehicle of the page—and then, do some writing of your own. Sometimes, swimming in language is the best respite for a teeming mind.