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The Night Before My Sister Died

I dreamed of my sister the night before the day she died. She and I stood facing each other, just a few feet apart, and I remember thinking, “Wow, she hasn’t looked me directly in the eyes in such a long time.” Darlene and I had grown apart over the years but I still felt… Read More…

My Mother’s Hands

My Mother’s Hands

Growing up, I didn’t really look like anyone in my family.  Adults would study me and proclaim that I must have come from the Milk Man.  When I was mad at my family, for whatever reason, I’d use this as a tool to feel sorry for myself, casting myself as the outsider. There was, however,… Read More…