On moving forward
I remember when I worked at a coffee shop not so long ago I saw a little girl who came in with her father. She was small and red-headed, maybe six. When her father pushed her forward in the stroller toward the counter she seemed calm and mature, like she was will to accept life in the moment the way some adults have dissociated out of with time. I asked her dad what he would want. She looked up at me to suggest, what do you want me to say or do? I'm just a kid.
Her memory kept me going for a while.


















