is a fan of every flavor of storytelling, from literary fiction to narrative non-fiction, to children’s literature. She’s drawn to poignant stories representing everyday people, their battles, and experiences with boundless joy. Ain has published three children’s books. You can connect with Ain by visiting her website at https://www.ainheathdrew.com/
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My dad was my hero—calm, powerful, and wrapped into a handsome, cashew-colored man with a broad forehead boasting a prominent scar—a souvenir from walking through a gauntlet of striking police batons. Everyone who knew him referred to him as a “Quiet Storm.” They remember a powerhouse of a man who commanded a room with a low tone and intentional, carefully measured words.
The last time I saw my dad, we rocked on his wide porch adorned with the plants he’d nurtured from seed to lush leafiness. I envied his green thumb and how everything he touched grew so beautifully. It was magic. Dad was also a master chef of language. His laughter weav…
