A short story, thirteen years in the making. Note from author: I am reposting this story because I deleted it after I was encouraged to submit the piece to The New York Times' Modern Love section. After several anticipatory months, the Times told me and my story to kick rocks. Instead of accepting defeat or swirling in discouragement, I remembered that the mighty NY Times doesn't always get it right. Their first written review of an up-and-coming political figure in 1930s Germany stated, “Hitler's anti-Semitism was not so violent or genuine as it sounded.” A little jab at the media behemoth is as good for their spirit as their rejection letter was to mine. Huge publication backing on my side or not, I know I poured every ounce of myself into this story, and I hope to see it move the people who read it. To those who do, thank you for spending a little time in the most tender parts of my mind.
You are much bigger, better and brighter than the New York Times. Your day in the sun will come in God‘s perfect timing. I also know when you play that song for Penny, Lee’s heart will be filled with joy. I love you, son.
You are much bigger, better and brighter than the New York Times. Your day in the sun will come in God‘s perfect timing. I also know when you play that song for Penny, Lee’s heart will be filled with joy. I love you, son.