As a “blood for acid” niece (and while irrelevant, I’ll also include- an avid Bob’s Burgers fan) this describes our roots in such an amazing light. So much “mom-sense” as Linda would say.
I just love reading your stories. I can read between the lines; knowing what is fiction and what is your life story. Keep posting your stories. Your writing skills keep me wanting more, and I'm not known as a big fan of reading. Thank You!
What a kind and thoughtful comment, John. I don’t think you could know how much your wonder at my writing means to me. It’s even more special that you take the time to share your words with me!
Bren, well-written and straightforward stuff! My family was the opposite, I was the youngest of three kids, only girl and I came through late...Mom was three months into her 39th year when I was born. I was smaller than everyone else and almost always the smallest one in class.
That is one of the fascinating things about family, we are all different and that is the journey we all have to travel, love it or not. Visceral, blunt, gnarly, grimy and yet the tribe we grew up in means something to us, flaws and all. Thank you for sharing this adventure...and cheers to Sigourney Weaver battling the Alien with acid for blood...not a forgettable woman. I sometimes feel like her...but...I'm not.
Thank you SO much for sharing this about your family. There were times when I resented my upbringing but when I realized it made me who I am it’s like the sun came out and never stopped shining.
As a “blood for acid” niece (and while irrelevant, I’ll also include- an avid Bob’s Burgers fan) this describes our roots in such an amazing light. So much “mom-sense” as Linda would say.
Thank you for commenting Lace! I’m looking forward to finishing this ‘trilogy’ with a post about our children and their children.
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I just love reading your stories. I can read between the lines; knowing what is fiction and what is your life story. Keep posting your stories. Your writing skills keep me wanting more, and I'm not known as a big fan of reading. Thank You!
What a kind and thoughtful comment, John. I don’t think you could know how much your wonder at my writing means to me. It’s even more special that you take the time to share your words with me!
Bren, well-written and straightforward stuff! My family was the opposite, I was the youngest of three kids, only girl and I came through late...Mom was three months into her 39th year when I was born. I was smaller than everyone else and almost always the smallest one in class.
That is one of the fascinating things about family, we are all different and that is the journey we all have to travel, love it or not. Visceral, blunt, gnarly, grimy and yet the tribe we grew up in means something to us, flaws and all. Thank you for sharing this adventure...and cheers to Sigourney Weaver battling the Alien with acid for blood...not a forgettable woman. I sometimes feel like her...but...I'm not.
Thank you SO much for sharing this about your family. There were times when I resented my upbringing but when I realized it made me who I am it’s like the sun came out and never stopped shining.