Friday, June 17, 2011

I am my father's daughter

On Forbes, I write about "My Father, the Writer."
It’s been 15 years since my father died, so the pain that rolls around every Father’s Day is more like a phantom limb. You know it’s there, you feel it there, you find yourself wincing from the injury sometimes, but the fact of the matter is it’s invisible, it’s gone, it’s there and not there at the same time.