My Father Vanished When I Was 7. The Mystery Made Me Who I Am.
My dad was a riddle to me, even more so after he disappeared. For a long time, who he was—and by extension who I was—seemed to be a puzzle I would never solve.
My dad was a riddle to me, even more so after he disappeared. For a long time, who he was—and by extension who I was—seemed to be a puzzle I would never solve.
Nicholas Casey New York Times Magazine Jun 2021 35min Permalink
A woman's dead father appears at a farmer's market.
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