Skiing with a Ghost

A year after the hospital, I get to ski again.

Hi Substack family,

I started skiing down the driveway as soon as I could walk. My dad met my mom on a chairlift. He was a ski patrol- and he literally picked her up when she fell on the slopes. Quite the snow Casanova.

But he was a challenging father. I’ve written about it in past posts. We did not have a good relationship. Or any relationship, in the …