Becoming
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The Family That Was, and the Family That Became
A personal reflection on remembrance, belonging, and the histories we carry October 15, 1977. That is the day my dad died. I was seven years old, my sister Barb was ten, almost eleven, and my mom hadn’t even turned thirty-two. My dad was forty-three. This year will mark forty-nine years since his death, and I… Continue reading
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Ordinary Life, Noticed | The Person I Am Still Becoming
I wonder how long it takes before we realize we’ve become someone different. Probably longer than the becoming itself. I didn’t wake up one morning and decide I was going to become a person who knows whether the bird feeders are full. I certainly never planned to become emotionally invested in the daily activities of… Continue reading