The Daughter That Still Loves Me One out of two isn’t bad. I haven’t spoken to her brother for thirty years. She and I don’t see each other that often—on all the major family-love days: birthdays, Christmas, Father’s Day. (Sometimes she forgets, but, under the circumstances, that’s OK—the split with her mother was ugly.) But I think she has forgiven me for abandoning her, or however kids view separation, when one parent has to go. My daughter loves me and I love her. We never got divorced. Joe Dolce Noh Means Noh Coffee is a girl…
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