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Category Archives: memories
The Best Day of the Year
I grew up on a farm, a mile down the road from the farm where my dad lived as a child. My parents knew everyone “on the mile”: where they went to church, where they worked, whether they had kids. … Continue reading
My Memorial Tattoo
My brother died suddenly at the age of 36. Today would have been his 52nd birthday. When he died, I felt as if I’d lost an arm. Allen and I hadn’t been close as kids, but as two kids growing … Continue reading
Summer is fading fast
This is not how I thought the summer would go: full of doctor appointments and hospital visits. I assumed that the neurologist we saw four days after school got out would have all the answers. I suspected my daughter’s headaches … Continue reading
Goldy in Memoriam
When my daughter was almost 5, we bought her a starter pet: a pair of goldfish. She named them, so of course the plain orange one was Goldy. The white one with orange and black blotches was Poppy (I had … Continue reading
Family Obligations
A month ago, while we were having lunch in Japantown, my daughter started to cry. She had pain in her chest, pain so bad it frightened her. We took her to the emergency room at the hospital where she was born. … Continue reading