When I was a small child, I didn't like to read. I liked to watch something, interpret it, and then direct or perform it back. I guess, as a kid, I was a doer, not a reader.

There were various…

I love you, Dad.

I miss you, Dad.

It's 2020 and in July... my father died. Consumed with grief, I decided to surrender to the Universe. Slowly- gently- people started to offer me their happy memories of my dad. Most said they loved his smile and his laugh.…