celestial dispatch

thoughts on widening the aperture... from the sky

Shortly after dropping our eldest at a summer camp in New Hampshire—we left him in his stiff, high-waisted, soldier-striped uniform looking like Steve Urkel joining the ROTC—I hopped on a plane to meet Christopher in Sweden, where he was wrapping a work conference. It has been seven years since we went, just the two of us, to a place requiring passports…