Writing what I live and see
I almost drove past him.He was just a man in a parking lot, standing beside a car, holding a sign. People hold signs. I see them all the time. My foot never even lifted from the gas pedal—not at first.But then I read his words. When you see me, do you see your dad? When you glance at me, do you think of a loved one?Something cracked open in my chest right there in that pa...