Cage of Secrets
Last week when I was out to dinner with my brother, he mentioned the last story I wrote about the young boy who did not know how to read Roman numerals. He said, “I wish I could have done something.” I deal with that a lot when I think about the past. There are several regrets I had while growing up, and they all revolve around the idea of doing more. My brothers and I were immobilized by the horror we experienced within the grip of our father. It was not that we did not try
