A Suitcase of Promises: How I Sold My Father’s Hope for Peace

staring at me. It accuses me of being the cruelest kind of liar: the one who betrays the person who loved him blindly.

My name is David. I am 56 years old. And my only prayer now is that my own children never love me enough to lie to me the way I lied to him.

If you still have your parents, tell them the truth. Love them enough to handle the hard conversations.continue reading …