Relative Age

Dusk was falling on another Saturday night in the Chicago suburbs. My siblings and I, all under the age of ten, had been entertaining ourselves during a long, lazy day at home. It was just before dinner and we’d pulled a gigantic floor pillow in front of the couch, jumping like acrobats from the couch…

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My Grandmother’s Hands

Twenty years ago, Chris and I moved our family back to Michigan, where we both grew up and where most of our family lived. I was glad we took the opportunity after getting married to leave and experience other places and people, and I was also glad to return when we did. By then, we…

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Crown of Splendor

Do you remember the moment you first discovered a gray hair? I do. It was a Sunday morning, just shy of my first wedding anniversary. My husband and I were spending some time at my parents’ house before moving across the Pacific Ocean. Four weeks earlier, on April 29, I’d given birth to my daughter.…

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