Capitol Hill

Driving home on a wet winter night. My young daughter in the back seat said, daddy look at the moon, that’s a good picture, take a picture.

So I stopped the car, got out, went across the street, took the picture, got back in the car.

I don’t question these things.

Away from the monuments, Fairy Tales from the Fault Lines is a series of personal dispatches from my life along Washington DC’s shifting central ‘fault lines’, where a gentrifying and long-divided city was forging a new identity as my daughter was growing up. Maybe I just wanted to know if I could love my hometown.