Just wrote an article about raising my daughter, Kantra in Japan. It’s up here.
She’s thrived despite the adversities. In retrospect, it’ll give her an unlikely perspective. She has no idea how brave she is. I’m still debating on taking her to see Black Panther. “He’s got superpowers,” she told me. “You do to,” I said. “You don’t know it, but you’re using them right now.” “I am? What’s my superpower?” she asked me. “You’ll find out when you get older,” I said. “But my superpowers are pretend, right?” she asked. “No, Black Panther’s superpowers are pretend. Yours are real,” I said.
Watching her has inspired me and its forced me and my wife to grow in unforeseeable ways. Nothing humbles you like a determined child who doesn’t give a single solitary fuck about what you doing, what you need to do, or what you was about to do. “Daddy, play with me.”
Got an essay that’s getting published. Hopefully it’ll drop soon. Won’t say who yet, but its definitely love to get a good-look from your own community.