ran into my eleven year old on the street today for the first time
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2019.05.18
When I ran into my son on the street today, I realized that it was the first time I'd encountered him acting as independently as he has for the entire school year. He'd arranged to meet some friends for basketball. We said our hellos and that was it.
(Way to go, boy.)