Rattling south on Chicago’s ‘L’ with my daughter and 200 pounds of her stuff wedged into six suitcases, I wish Lyda would turn and say she’ll miss me. With her phone pressed to the window, she snaps pictures of Big City possibilities instead, and finger-flicks them to friends. Wrigley Field’s rooftop bleachers. Snap. Swish. A river that runs green for St. Paddy’s Day. Snap. Swish. She’s already left me, I realize; her body’s just waiting to catch up after I drop her at college for the first time. I dread the reverse journey, me alone on the train racing to O’Hare to catch a Tucson-bound flight. For more, click download button above!


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