Farewell My Brother

I met him when I was five. He was seventeen years older than me, and it was his twenty second birthday. He strode into the house, a thick head of bright red hair, with a moustach to match and the most piercing blue eyes. “Who is that?” I asked my stepfather, wary of the strange…

The Saturday Morning Revisit Of ” And I Play My Little Game

The Saturday Morning Revisits are posts that I wrote a few years back that I think deserve another look. Here is one originally posted December 14, 2011 entitled “And I Play My Little Game” I walk through the mall, in the grocery, the streets, and I watch into the eyes of strangers. They glance and…

And The Family Drama Continues

What is it about families that it seems no one can ever really get along? All families except my wife’s. Everybody in her family gets along so unbelievably, As a matter of fact, I stayed her family, not mine went I went back.  When I went back to my birth land last week i tried my…

Family Politics And Being Able To Let Go

My eldest brother and I never had a close relationship. We are seven years apart and always fought through my childhood. In my teens and twenties, we tolerated each other, and then now we barely communicate. Some years ago, he and his wife became part of a “born again” church, and he wrote to me…