We Are Family

We were born three months and one week and sixty-five miles apart, my cousin Cindy and I. We married 361 days apart. And yet, we have always been different. Cindy’s father–one of my mother’s younger brothers–and his family moved to the South

Of Family, Acceptance, and Gifts That Keep on Giving

I’m fresh back from a delightful reunion with some West Coast relatives. The people, young and old, were warm and welcoming; the place we stayed beautiful; the scenery gorgeous; the conversation deep and silly by turns. I hadn’t seen one of my cousins in more than forty years, and was struck by how much we had… Continue reading Of Family, Acceptance, and Gifts That Keep on Giving