Rea, who turns twenty-one next month, has found a place downtown.
The last couple of months leading to her move I felt scared and
sad. I saw only the things that ended. Her happiness though is infectious,
and now I feel delight in her new path.
Our relationship now has the serenity and clarity of a day after
a northern storm.
In a favorite coffee shop, Rea putting the final lines
in an essay, Lucy playing, and me doing sketchbook work.
The deepest joy-
to watch my daughter on her way to making her