When I was born, he told the neighbors, "It's another girl." He was eleven and already had three sisters. When I was five, I rode on his handlebars to kindergarten. We crossed over a brook. I was the only kid in kindergarten that knew that water was H20. Then my brother left for college. When …
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Memories Never Made
I'm a big proponent of writing your life story; I often think about the phrase that when we die, our words die with us. My husband and I recently took a trip to Minnesota near where my paternal grandparents had lived. I never met them, or my aunt or uncle. On our trip, we were …
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