My little brother
This morningĀ I have applied the seat of my pants to the chair in front of my computer. I am busy fighting a bad case of writer’s block.
As I sit here my memory takes me back to slower times. I’m thinking of my little brother, who is now a man full grown., he is 71 years old. Today I remember the boy he left behind…




2 Responses to “My little brother”
March 9th, 2010 at 4:48 pm
It’s amazing the memories a little brother [or little sister] can dredge up. Those emotional ties run deep and strong. When I write about my little sister, I don’t tell her. That way she can’t tell me what not to write. It’s my memory, therefore, not for her to decide.
BTW – she writes stuff about me that is different than I remember it.
March 30th, 2010 at 10:29 pm
Funny, how memories go. Visiting my grown son recently, listening to his versions of old memories: sometimes memories of the same reality, are very different for parent and child.
“Today I remember the boy he left behind.” Quite moving, shy guy! Your writing touches my heart. I did this same type of reminiscing during my visit with my now-adult child. How time flies!
My brother told me yesterday that time is flying by so fast for him that he can feel the wind in his hair! I think he’s a latent writer?!
Hope your writer’s block evaporated.
MBB
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