One of my students revealed a recent adornment in the form of a small tattoo on the back of her neck. It was a scorpion to match her astrological sign and was hidden by her hair.
The young lady is 18 and doesn’t need her parents’ permission, but I asked anyway, “Do they know about this?”
“No way — I’ll tell them when I’m older, much older.”
Well, this little exchange put me in mind of a deception that I pulled off when I was just about her age, and then it struck me that I never did come clean with the people I deceived, my parents. And so, under the heading of “better late than never,” I want to confess.
In my conscience, and perhaps in some higher realms, there rests an unresolved issue that was deflected long ago by a self-serving lie. I offer my contrition to my father, who may yet be listening from another world, and my mother, who is very much a part of this one.