I have spent a lot of time this month with Gina Colelli, my EMDR therapist, surprised at the painful memories that have floated to the surface both in and out of her office. I was startled when I thought of my father’s Uncle Sam for the first time in 40 years, ¬†and I told Gina “I wish I could have killed him.”

What to do with these terrible thoughts? I sat with them.

Then I took a trip to Jerusalem, Rhode Island, a tiny town at the mouth of Narragansett Bay, close to Galilee, where my father used to fish for giant bluefin tuna. I meditated on the peace that he managed to find on the docks and waters of southern Rhode Island, far away from his uncle and a lot of other painful issues.