“You have to trust the other drivers,” my father said gently. With those words, my fingers loosened on the wheel, my shoulders relaxed, and my eyes refocused on the right side of the road. I was 16 and about to take a driver’s education class, but my father and I thought it might help to practice beforehand. (My mother wanted no part of it.) For many teens, it would have been time to cue the father-son tension. But my father had always been laid-back and hands-off, so I did not dread driving with him. Even though this was his sixth time teaching driving to a nervous teenager (I am the … [Read more...]