Jacob Swenson-Lengyel

Significant Places

Significant Places

On Father’s Day, I packed up Jules’ nursery for our move to North Carolina. It was an ironic act, or perhaps a symbolic one: I am now the kind of father who is tending to an empty crib. We have been returning to the world slowly over the last few months. Returning...
A Word About My Wife

A Word About My Wife

Two things happened on December 17th: Jules died and Willa lived. Willa’s survival was no sure thing. When we drove her from the birth center to the hospital, the doctors rushed her to surgery, just like they do on television, shouting “go, go, go.”...