“There’s a dark side to your book,” my mom told me yesterday. “It’s messing up your dad’s naps. He can’t stop reading to sleep.”
It’s no wonder. He’s all through the story.
I took my parents a copy of Yoder School the other day. Inside the front cover I wrote them a note:
To Mom and Dad,
You formed so much of this story.
With my love,
Here you can see a photo of my parents and me in the beautiful mountains of Western Maryland before we moved away to the city.
And here we are on the day I gave them my memoir, all of us looking as if the decades have aged us.