Whose Arm Doth Reach
[…]be dispensed regularly even when he was out of contact…. When my dad finally did come home each year…he made us his priority—soccer games, dance classes, piano recitals—he was there…. He seemed remarkably equipped to return from long absences and reestablish immediacy in his relationships with us, to affirm us, to amuse us, to hold us accountable, and to talk us down from ledges. Perhaps his intuitive, highly verbal way of relating to us was thrust upon him, being surrounded with daughters… Whatever the source of my father’s knack for good communication, even from long distances and depths, I have […]
