My Daughter’s Prom, My Old Ghosts, and the Unwritten Mercy of Time
God has a sense of humour. Sometimes, the curse skips a generation. And sometimes, that’s enough.
My daughter Georgina1 crossed the stage and graduated from high school today. Georgina is a beautiful girl, and I believe my assessment is more than the bias of a proud father; I see her as a child born of an ironic God, for she is the progeny of a father whose childhood was framed by years of taunts of “ugly, freak, living abortion, and monster.”
Even …
