Mad still could barely breathe, her chest so tight, the sadness of not getting what you wanted, the acceptance that life goes on. It was a lot. You live on a farm your entire life, spending your life with chickens who have an interior life that is a mystery to you, and then you set off on a quest to find your missing dad and you feel the static electricity of touching someone who shares your DNA, and you maybe ruin their life, and you maybe ruin your own life. Isn’t that a lot? Isn’t that maybe too much for Saturday afternoon in the Frank Erwin Center in Austin, Texas?
