I grew up in a world without fathers. That statement sounds either ominously dystopian (by way of Octavia Butler or …

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The writer grew up without a father, defining fatherhood by absence and void. Years later, he met his father but struggled to connect. As he ventured into fatherhood himself, he sought to create a novel about finding his father, but the desire waned. Finally meeting his father brought no closure, but he found peace in accepting and laying to rest the relationship.

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