“My Brother!” – in 100 words
What I hear after men read my book.
“My brother!” He yelled.
He was a dog-park acquaintance of mine.
Then he walked up and hugged me.
What?!?
He’d read my soul-baring book, Letters to My Son in Prison.
Heard my forbidden thought about being a parent.
Probably related to the tension in my marriage.
And definitely felt my dismay with God.
I guess he could relate to me.
He felt kinship.
I was now his brother.
He actually hugged me, this man did.
I guess vulnerability does that to a man.
Brother begets brother.
A lot of men have been hugging me lately.
