Swim Towards the Light

Life lessons from my not-so-zen dad

Light pouring in through the ocean surface

“Waves come in sets of seven…” This was the first piece of advice my father gave me when I was a little girl.

He was an architect, a young one at the time, with dreams of modern structures and box houses like Mies van der Rohe’s. Only we lived in the heart of Colonial New England — Marblehead, Massachusetts to be specific: the birthplace…