Sending personal essays out into the world is a little bit like spilling your innermost desires onto paper, sticking the slip into a bottle, and tossing it out to sea — the utmost act of courage, but also of feeling unmoored. Where will wash up, and to whom? I had some time to ponder this moments ago, as the brisk waters of the Atlantic churned against my feet. So today this one goes out into the world, fifteen years in the making. I’m very grateful to Tin House for giving this a home, and hope you’ll read it here: