Happiness. It's relative.
My sister hasn’t talked to me in decades. Over the many years, letters I’ve sent to her have been returned including one telling her that our brother had died. I took pictures of her estranged son’s grandchildren and sent them to her because, upon… Continue Reading “The Big Box on the Porch”
I’m not sure I would recognize my sister if she walked into this room and sat on my lap. It’s been that long. Twenty-two years. The last time I saw her was when my mother died. She came across country for the funeral, arriving… Continue Reading “Sisterhood”
That’s my brother on the bed, being a new baby, the afternoon’s sunlight softly sprayed across my parents’ bedspread. He is waking from a nap and because he is their first baby and still new, my mother calls for my father to fetch the… Continue Reading “Time in a Bottle”
That’s my brother on the bed, being a new baby, the afternoon’s sunlight softly sprayed across my parents’ bedspread. He is waking from a nap and because he is their first baby and still new, my mother calls for my father to fetch the… Continue Reading “Time in a Bottle”
That’s my brother on the bed, being a new baby in the afternoon, the afternoon’s sunlight softly sprayed across my parents’ bedspread. He is waking from a nap and because he is their first baby and still new, my mother calls for my father… Continue Reading “Time in a Bottle”
If you are estranged from a family member, you might not know whether he or she is still alive. This is an odd concept for many of my friends whose families vacation together, babysit each other’s kids, and celebrate every holiday together. Would anyone… Continue Reading “Happy Birthday, Sis, Assuming You’re Still Alive”
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