Always wonderful to hear from readers, and I can’t help but share a few lines of this wise, kind note I received yesterday about The Mountain and the Fathers:
My father, like yours, was strong and gentle, but fortunate enough to live into old age. He too carried me in his large hands and on his broad shoulders, but in Iowa and Colorado. We loved each other without words and without bounds, but somehow we remained strangers. Perhaps no man ever finds his father. Thank you for a masterfully written story about your father and all our fathers.