True story. At the trust meeting, my daughter said: “She has no say.” I reached into my bag and…

herself that what she wanted and what was right were close enough to be the same thing.

That the justifications had a kind of internal logic.

The way a locked room seems reasonable until you remember someone else’s life is in it.

I wrote that I did not hate her.

I had tried to and I couldn’t.

She was my daughter, and I had known her before she knew herself.continue reading …