Scars

It’s a shallow life that doesn’t give a person a few scars. ~ Garrison Keillor When I was 12 years old I was in a bike accident, and life would never be the same. For so many years I wished I could turn back the clock and relive that day. It’s July 29, 1979 and I’m airborne, speeding head-first toward the sun-hardened clay below. Instinctively, I break my fall by raising my left arm over my face. I hear a grotesque snap. My arm is broken in half at the elbow. In a daze, I rise to my feet. My sawed-off bone has broken through my skin. This is bad. Shock engulfs my entire body like a warm blanket. I …

What Is Family?

I love living close to my parents. Among the many benefits, it gives my dad and I the chance to throw back a couple every once in a while and talk. We did just that the other day when, out of nowhere, he said, “I was in my 40’s when I found out my brother was my half-brother.” Huh? What? I didn’t know that! My late uncle had a different father than my dad did and he also had a half-sister somewhere too. “When you found out, did the two of you ever talk about it?” I asked. “Nope,” Dad replied. “It didn’t matter. We were brothers.” A week later, our conversation ran through my mind as I watched my …