Finding Ruhi: Nature and Nurture in the Search for My Bio-Father

When the Moro force plowed into our tiny mountain town, we knew we’d be richer for it. They settled in like they’d always been there, collecting unlikely friends and assorted local characters into their brand of beautiful, boisterous chaos. I’ve always thought of Dylan as the product of Deb’s kind heart and John’s determined eccentricity. Growing up, Dylan was remarkably small in size with enormous talent and determination that kept us all guessing at what sort of adventure he’d go on next. In this chapter of his story, he takes the sort of revelation that would send the best of us spiraling into an existential crisis and uses it to build unity and richness beautifullyand some would say unexpectedly. But it’s not unexpected if you know Dylan. I’m not surprised that he pivoted, regrouped, and built a silver lining. Of course it was not without a little trash talk. –Arminda Lathrop