a day ago
I was unprepared to be a solo dad. I've turned the chaos into an asset.
One chilly evening in Santa Cruz, California, I was looking around my attic, helping my teenage daughter get ready for a rummage sale, when the floor seemed to drop from beneath me.
I had become used to that plunging sensation after losing my wife, Amy, in March 2024. The sight of some unexpected thing — a piece of medical equipment, a bottle of old perfume, a folding bike — made me feel as if my life were buckling and crashing underfoot.
