Some things can’t be hashed out in a nice equation.

My dead dad emailed me today.

I was sitting in a shared office along with my postdoc when I saw my dad’s name pop into my inbox. My breath caught in my throat. Is this a message from beyond? A beat passed. I clicked.

I was sure the note was written by my dad.

Alyssa,

You have written this almost entirely from the perspective of why you’re applying and what you are