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

you’ll want to turn me into a saint to punish yourself.

I was not a saint.

My father, even dying, refusing to let me weaponize his memory.

I got angry. I got mean. I said things in my head about you that I am ashamed of.

But then I remembered something you don’t know: I lied to my own father once.

My breath caught.

When my dad got sick, I told him he was continue reading …