This slim memoir includes two essays by the writer about his father and his mother, written thirty years apart. Ford does an admirable job of illuminating his parents’ “ordinary” lives and breathing life into the black and white photos included in the book. He is clearly a fond and devoted son, yet I enjoyed watching him wrestle with the question of whether a child can ever truly know who his or her parents are. The untimely death of Ford’s father when the author was a teenager lends great weight and power to the work as Ford wonders what his life — and his mother’s — might have looked like had his father survived. I really appreciated this book as brief but moving meditation on the bonds of parenthood.
Review Submitted by: Michael Dunn