Welcome to A Life Examined  Love, Sarah  Thursday, 30 May 2013
My "Perfect" Life - Part 2  Intimacy is a word that sparks in me
a feeling of being hugged and the experience of eye contact. The
family home in which I grew up was decent and respectable to the
outside world, but we were not intimate. It was a time when
fathers were the breadwinners, and were responsible as role
models. I suspect ours was more-or-less the norm. At least to
the outside world we were a typical WASP household, where
fathers were detached entities to be respected, feared and
obeyed.  My father fought in World War II as a fighter pilot. I
know nothing of his experiences. He never spoke about it
himself. Second and third hand, through my mother and a first
cousin: my father's sister's daughter, I've learned a little
about how the war affected him. After the war, my father spent
time with his sister 'recuperating' emotionally. Evidently, he
had nightmares. Later, when he attempted to finish his law
degree and write the Bar exam, he was