Snippet from a short story a student asked me to read:
"Every time I look at him, his eyes take me off the face of the earth and to a world unknown."
I’m from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, hence the Ben Franklin connection (e.g. Poor Richard’s Almanac). Even if it’s no longer technically true, I, along with many other women, perhaps, perpetually feel like someone’s daughter. And my dad’s name really was Richard.