18 years and half my life

18 years and half my life

My father sat in the pew of a church in Philadelphia with a slip of paper in his hands. The cold encamped outside was a far cry from the mosquito hot shores of South Africa. Three years. He had brought his young family Stateside for three years to add a Masters of...
A family resemblance

A family resemblance

He made me buzz off all his locks yesterday. I thought I would be heart broken. But instead I discovered my brother. Underneath all those curls, there was Luke staring back at me. All the strong, sturdy lines of a face I’ve known since 1981. There it was today,...