Naomi Shihab Nye
"I am a poet," I said. "It is my destiny to do strange things."
My father gripped the wheel of his car. "I am the chauffeur for foolishness."
We said no more.
Foolhardy missions. Life-altering conversations. Gifts—given and received. Loss. Getting lost. Wisdom delivered before dawn and deep into the night. Love and kissing (not necessarily in that order). Laughter. Rides on the edge. Roses. Ghosts.
As a traveling...