And so I print out my writing onto paper.
The old fashioned way.
Creasing the edges carefully I put the papers into envelopes.
Lick each one, take my mother’s address book and search the pages for their contacts.
I write out each address with care.
I select and place my stamps, will I have the trust to drop them in [...]
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sending letters
Posted in Hannah, tagged care, crease, efficient, familiar, family, fat words, letters, mail, maps, post, trust on December 11, 2009 | 2 Comments »
an open letter to my family
Posted in Hannah, tagged corn palace, Dayenu, family, history, know, soak up, Thunderbird, witness on November 30, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Dear Family,
The summer I was eight years old my dad and I drove across the country. It was a journey of epic proportions. For the first time in my life I had my pops all to myself, and with miles of open road flying past the window we were comfortable in our mustard yellow Thunderbird, [...]
treading water
Posted in Hannah, NJFP, tagged drowning, emmersed, floating, immersed, incomplete, lost, searching, sinking, swimming, treading, water on November 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I am up to my ears in bits and pieces. I am immersed in parts of my family’s story, in clues to follow-up on, in tales that must continue to be reinvented, imbued with life. But because there is so much, so much, so much time gone by and so much family I must consult [...]
incomplete stories
Posted in Hannah on September 29, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Yesterday morning while walking to Yom Kippur services I spoke with my father about his father’s death. I heard some stands of story about a trip to New York to visit a specialist and my grandfather’s decision not to do chemotherapy. In my father’s trademark bittersweet tone- one that brings both a smile to my [...]
