Sitting with my Father

​My father died at the end of May, 2020.  My Mom always encouraged my imagination, but my father was the one who gave me the first spark to write.  This is a recording of me reading "Sitting with my Father" at his memorial service.  My mom later told me about how he liked to tell people about his writer son who ran a conference once.  I'm just happy to know that he was proud of me. I hope he was proud when I read this.