A Letter to My Daughter Who Will Never Read
5 min readMay 12, 2024
Dear Daughter,
Remember when you were five, we had just moved from Chicago to the Detroit area during a gray January. In that ice cream shop, you announced you wanted to be on the Bozo show and play the grand prize game. A woman, a stranger, informed you that you would have to go to Chicago to do that. After we settled into the plastic seats at a table with our ice cream, you looked up at…