When I was a little girl, maybe about four years old, my grandfather would sit me in one of his director chairs (you know the kind you see movie stars sit in when they are interviewed) and peel apples for me under our small orchard in our yard. I can remember revealing at his fantastic skill to...

It didn’t feel right, but I pushed you anyway. The anxiousness, the excitement, the nervousness on your face told me my feelings about this were wrong. Everything about what was happening felt all too fast for me, but for you, it was just on time. My preparations seemed to keep things just...