My parents divorced when I was fourteen and although it was inevitable, it was a permanent break to something that had limped along for almost twenty years. I saw my mother flounder and dwell on the past but I saw my dad grow in enormous ways. He built a life for himself, he took me sailing, he made me tacos, he found love again. I came to know a different version of him than I grew up with and watched as a man reconciled decades of dissatisfaction with the possibilities of trying again. He is braver than I could ever hope to be but I’m learning; I have time.
—from my Beginners (2011) essay at BWDR