The first person to show up for my first-ever book signing was my little brother Paul. It’s a good thing the restaurant manager didn’t throw him out. He does, after all, look like a homeless person. That’s because he is. Sure, he couch surfs from one person’s house to the next, until something or somebody nudges him to the next. Paul’s been without a couch to call home since my mother passed away six years ago and I honestly don’t know how he continues to survive, but … [Read more...]
Brotherly Love
October 14, 2012 By Jean Ellen Whatley
Filed Under: Addiction, Being a Writer, Family, Following Your Heart, Traveling America Tagged With: Albuquerque, alcoholislm, brothers, Family, family bonds, meth, rehab, road stories, Route 66
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