a nail in his shoe

My father was a decorated soldier when he returned from World War II — and he brought home deep, invisible wounds that significantly affected our relationship. He developed PTSD, and I grew up without understanding his struggles. He passed away at the young age of 56, and we never got the chance to complete our father/daughter story, something I regret to this day.

This book reflects my efforts to view the world through my father’s eyes and to finally complete our story.


on the streets