My wife and I have been going on my family canoe trip since before we got married. So I'm not sure how she convinced me this year that it would be a good idea to scrap that annual event in favor of a road trip to the Mary Kay convention in Dallas, Texas. I love road trips. She knows that. She was going either way. The room was already paid for whether I was going or not. I could bring my bike. And I'd never been to Dallas before. Still… In the weeks leading up to the trip I had to tell my brothers that Jenny and I’d have to bow out because we were traveling to Dallas instead of canoeing. I didn't advertise the reason for the change of plans, but what could anybody say? My brother Steve and his wife skip the canoe trip every other year to go to Sturgis for Bike Week. Totally the same thing, right? Right? Anyway, Dallas is a long way from Milwaukee but Jenny was right, I really do love a road trip. We drove through Illinois, Missouri and Oklahoma. By Mond...
. . . by now you must be wondering why so few of these stories have a real ending – why they just seem to leave the reader dangling and guessing what’s going to happen next like something from a bad Batman serial. These stories don’t have an ending because they’re just the beginnings – the first glimpses into the lives of children whose stories are still being written. That’s what makes writing them so difficult. There is no closure only a brief pause before turning to write the next page . . .
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