I was one of five children growing up. Larry was about four years older than I was, Ricky four years younger, and Keith and Kevin six years younger. So in our family hierarchy, Ricky and I shared billing as middle children.
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The Four Things I Told My Mother in Hospice
The last person to know me from moment one was reaching the end. What did she want to hear from me? What did I want to say to her?
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First Born Daughter
I’m pretty sure my younger brothers would agree that, even at our ages and retired persons status, I can still be pretty bossy.
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Letters to my Mother
I wrote a series of letters to my mother around Mother’s Day, ten years after her death: my attempt to get to a place of forgiveness. Dear Mom, I guess we were a mismatch from the beginning. You wanted a boy; you got me: a scabby-kneed tree-climber, a girl who played with mud and tar…
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