Places
| On Writing
| Natives & Neighborhoods
My Father Wishes He Were a Writer, Like Me
Writing was just something I thought happened to people naturally, that whatever wasn’t written was eventually forgotten. And I wanted to remember everything.
People
| Generations
Ógbuágu: The Lion’s Killer Depression
“Did I resemble my father now with my depression? Did he see me every morning and feel arrested by the familiarity?”