My Father Said I Was An Accident At A Family Barbecue Until I Responded

explain later. I grew up thinking that was normal.

My father, Rex Harper, had a La-Z-Boy recliner positioned in the center of the living room like a throne. Dark brown leather, cracked at the armrests, angled directly at the television. Nobody sat in it. Not my mother, not me, not even Uncle Bill when he came for Christmas. It was simply understood continue reading …