Thoughts as My Twins Prepare to Drive

A very tiny essay

I’ve signed my fifteen-year-old twins up for driver’s ed.

They start in February—a month of freezing temperatures, ice, and snow.

I’m skittish from a car accident.

I scream easily.

So, my 83-year old father—the man who taught me to drive in a parking lot in a Volkswagon Sciracco with manual transmission—will take my children to practice in a parking lot in …