It’s really a reflection on what it means to be part of anything, both by birth and by choice, something universal, but told with a strong Dutch-American “accent.”
Studied psychology and writing, works at a design firm. Film junkie, amateur photographer. (’16)
by Jack Van Allsburg | Jun 25, 2017
But that Saturday, while I was still in bed, I got another call from my mom. I knew from her first word the reason she was calling. Very early that morning, my grandfather had died in his sleep. I wept.