I walked along a well-trod way My feet beneath me traced The paths of those who’ve gone before In their same tracks, I chased             An answer to my unanswered prayer             An answer to my chase. My face turned down to scenes ahead My thoughts to my own pain

You’re a reader. You always have been. Your earliest memories include stuffing your mother’s tote bag full of picture books from the library. Eventually, you graduated on to juvenile, then YA literature. It didn’t quite matter what they were about. Well, it did if your dad picked up one and