"In that motel room I saw my father forever altered, with lasting wounds, like the scar on one of his hands—hands I’d studied and knew by heart."
Lovely and loving words. Thank you.
What a beautiful and poignant essay.
So much beauty and emotion in this story. Thank you.
All the details are so vivid and heartfelt. The detail of his painting is wonderful and great to see.
Thank you for your gorgeous essay.
Really enjoyed this tender, heartfelt memoir of a young child fearing for her Dad, and learning about the hard realities of living in a racist world. Such a ground-shifting event, and skillfully recorded in the lines of a drawing whose meaning slowly unfolds as you read the story. Brilliant.
Beautiful and vivid story. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Beautiful. I took care of my aging mother and my arthritic brother for years. I still jump sometimes when I hear something resembling a fall or crash. Thank you for sharing!
I read this when you originally posted it, Sari, and I'm grateful you made it available again. It's just an incredible essay, and I caught a lot more nuances this time around. Now I wonder if Mr. Kearsley ever received compensation for this terrible accident. I am grateful the attorney acknowledged the young Blaise - how scared she must have been. And I love Hank Kearsley's painting. How lovely to read about this child's love for her father, and his for her. I think I'll wander the web for a while to read more of Blaise Allysen Kearsley's writing. Thanks.
You honour your father.