Relationship
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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 | Built from Ordinary Time
Brian and I spend a lot of time sitting beside each other behind the puddle. Most of it isn’t particularly romantic. We talk about what we’re having for dinner or something that needs to be done around the house. I point out a bird I think he should immediately stop whatever he is doing to… Continue reading