My father was always the storyteller in our family. Growing up, there were certain ones that became canon: the time his National Guard unit flattened an entire stand of trees trying to winch their tanks out of a swamp, or the night I was almost born on Manhattan’s FDR Drive.
Democracy Dies in Darkness
Family stories aren’t fairy tales — but kids still need to hear them
Perspective by Anna Nordberg
April 12, 2022 at 9:00 a.m. EDT