Getting Welsh.

By |2017-06-14T15:51:58-04:00September 20th, 2010|Growing Up, My Life|

I didn't get corpse tendons put in my ankles in 1996. Despite my mom's best efforts, I ignored my need for surgery. What if the anesthesia doesn't work, and I feel everything, and I can't scream or tell anyone, and I am trapped in my own mind? I'll be on crutches for weeks, and there [...]


By |2017-06-14T15:53:09-04:00September 16th, 2010|Growing Up, My Life|

I remember the game. We were playing Bowling Green, I was coming down the left side. Slide tackled. I tried to stand back up, but my left ankle buckled unnaturally inward. My friend Tom carried me from the field.  My foot just dangled there.  I cried  the whole way to the hospital. I think. I [...]