Earlier this week, I spent a chunk of a cool summer’s evening sitting in a dark parking lot at the Veterans’ Administration complex, listening to the muted roar of One Direction fans singing along to their favorite tunes. It was the fifth and final event in my daughter’s year-long endeavor to see her favorite artists live and in person. It started with an October road trip to Moline, IL that included an overnight stay in an overly expensive hotel. I stayed in the room, plugging away on revision, while Sammy and her friend sang and danced with Demi Lovato in the arena next door. I slept on the pull-out couch while they commandeered the king-sized sleep number bed, reliving with breathless wonder every moment of the show. The next stop was an arena closer to home on one of the coldest evenings of February. Not wanting to go downtown and back twice, Scott and I dropped the girls off near the Ariana Grande marquee, went out to dinner, visited the auto show, and finally made our wa...
Reflections upon a circuitous journey through breast cancer and a fragile pregnancy, and the beautifully broken life that remains.