I had donned a suit of clothing that on most days felt constrictive, a skin to be molted and replaced by a new one .
It would happen gradually, not at once as it might elsewhere in the animal kingdom.
A little boy with hair the color red--his scarlet letter--and family secrets to be disclosed only decades later.
A man late in life confronted with looming mortality.
These are the bookends of My Father's Shadow , a narrative nonficti.