I guess you could say I’ve been writing all my life.

And is it so hard to believe that souls might also travel those paths? That great shuttles of souls might fly about faded but audible if you listen closely enough?

You don’t say, I’m going to be a writer when I grow up – at least I didn’t.

There has always been a sliver of panic in him, deeply buried, when it comes to his daughter: a fear that he is no good as a father, that he is doing everything wrong. That...