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Category Archives: Family
conversations with sofia
“What are the names of your goldfish?” “That one is named Sofia. And that one is named Sofia. And that one is named Sofia.” “And what are your dolls’ names?” “This one is Sofia.” “How about this one?” “Sing Sing.”
something to remember
Last November, my grandmother died. I don’t think I took it very well. Family issues, relationship issues, death issues, and all other sorts of emotional issues entertwined with missing her. This September, my grandfather died. I felt like an orphan. … Continue reading
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she’ll tell you she’s an orphan, after you meet her family
I don’t know whether or not to get a Christmas tree. I used to love Christmas, maybe because my mom loved it and I used to love everything my mom loved. When I got married, I took with me all … Continue reading
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holiday tradition
I used to think that we didn’t have any holiday family traditions, but today I realized that I was wrong. I sat with my sister, opening gifts from my mom. She said mom had shown her my gifts earlier and … Continue reading
home for christmas
I don’t remember the last time I went home for Christmas. Not that I really feel like I have a particular “home” to go back to. I mostly think of home as the place I’m making for myself. The closest … Continue reading
common ground
When I was little, and I wanted to crawl into a grown up’s bed in the middle of the night like little kids do, the grown up I picked was my grandma. I remember that she used to tease me … Continue reading
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once again
It’s fortunate no one can peer inside my head and take a look around. There’s too much there for me to even begin to sort out and when I try to think it’s just so crowded that I’m exhausted even … Continue reading
a magical path lined with lolly pops and candy canes. and reese’s peanut butter cups.
One thing about visiting my family is that they hold up a mirror to the very worst parts of me, my biggest weaknesses, the things I like to bury down deep and pretend don’t exist. But exist they do, and … Continue reading