Tag: Family
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Growing Older
Years ago, my mom told me that memory is fiction. That each time we remember something, the memory is rewritten. It’s possible that she told me this in self defense, as explanation for her exaggerated stories, which are often altered within the hour of an occurrence. She likes to tell the one about the motel…
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Comings & Goings
I find myself in a Starbucks in Annapolis, Maryland, it’s the capital, which I remember because it’s one of the capitals in the 5th grade States & Capitals deck that is not the city you’d expect. Salem, Oregon. Lansing, Michigan. Carson City, Nevada. Olympia, Washington. But I’d no less expect to be in Baltimore than…
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Ways of Being
There were a couple of farmhouse summers that suffered from ant infestations. I wish I was exaggerating when I say infestations, but I assure you, I am not. If Mom was telling this story, she would remember the ants as only a minor inconvenience. But this time I am telling it. The infestations lined the…
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The Last Bit
Mom must have trained us, when we were younger. I can’t think of another explanation. It started with the outdoor pots. There were some saguaro palms, a pot of succulents, hydrangeas, and the forgotten pot of herbs. There were baby citrus trees, to be planted in the orchard come summer. There were pots below the…
Sophia Steffens 