I have an image on my computer that I saved years ago, long before having children shifted from being the end of my freedom to something I might consider worthwhile. This image is a graphic design that illustrates what the artist called “The Dance,” and there was something about it that pierced me. It shows a young man looking off to the left, as though waiting for something.

In the next moment he is depicted slightly older, with a baby swaddled in his arms. The next, he is older still and holding the... read more