No Fear, No Seatbelt
On grief and playful fathers.
3 min readJan 28, 2020
Every holiday weekend and summer vacation, my parents would each drive 3+ hours round trip to meet in the center of Florida and trade custody of me.
These road trips meant more than different houses and coasts; they marked entrances to different universes. The Gulf of Mexico became the Atlantic ocean. French toast and grits became salty egg sandwiches…