Fullness: A Memoir

by Azure Moyna

Like, for example, I have had lots of guy friends whose families were all ‘Leave It to Beaver’ and I just knew it would never work. I knew that the right person would need to have a rough past in one way or another to ever fully ‘get me.’

Doesn’t it all boil down to the Finnish proverb “happiness is a place between too much and too little?”

Any fantasy of my dad asking for me on his deathbed to settle our differences was officially just that—a fantasy.

Just then my phone rang. It was my aunt, saying how sorry she was, that Jake had called them, that she understood this must be complicated for me. Are you kidding me? I am his daughter, and I find out via text message and after everybody else? I know Dad and I weren’t on great terms, but not because I didn’t want to, desperately want to be.

practice makes progress, not perfection.