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She tells me she has a Norman Rockwell picture in her mind.  A picture of family gathered round, everything and everyone cozy, food abundant and delicious, a picture that is perfect.  The picture is not her own (it’s Norman Rockwell’s) (it’s one you might see on social media).  I tell her our Thanksgiving wasn’t Norman Rockwell either.  It was … Continue reading all in


We have visitors.  My sister, my brother-in-law, my nephew, which sounds very my-ish, though how else to say?  They do not belong to me, are not mine-mine, though they are mine in heart speak, if there is such a thing, and I think that there is.  It’s a quick visit, one dinner, one sleep, one breakfast.  It’s good to see … Continue reading lingering