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Advent 15: Gone
I wrote my sister a letter to tell her about our very sick brother but she didn’t answer me or call him which was more deadly than the last time I wrote to her when she sent back my letter unopened crammed in an envelope with my name written in hard big letters, so angry-looking I felt small and childish like I’d interrupted something important, a discussion she might have been having with a friend on the lounge chairs on her back porch overlooking a valley resplendent with trees and a running creek where in a different time we might have ridden horses, their hooves clicking smartly on the wet rocks.
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Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect.
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
That’s too bad, I’m sorry that happened to you. Family can be horrendous.
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My sister is coming to visit me Hope it will be nice
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Family! Oy!
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What Beth said. Damn.
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This is an emotional punch in the gut
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Yeow ! Our inter sibling ties get a bit stretched but this would be hard to take.
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