siblings | siblings
Oct.20.2011
~for my Sister
The doorto yesterday opens –creaks at the hinges.
In another timewe are sitting, playingin burnished sand –barely-born, fresh presence,two toddlers, laughing
into growing, into years laterwe will runpast the familiarin search of more.
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The dilapidated bridge –the one we...
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Aug.01.2011
By ANASTASIA ASHMAN
"Whoever gets a D in math has to sit in back." That's how I'd call shotgun when it was time to squeeze our teenage bodies into the family's tiny Honda.
My younger sister Monika didn't appeal to my mother at the wheel. This cruel, impromptu rule was imposed by a...
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Jun.16.2011
Tuesday was not a very good day. Bro asked me to help him with Daddy and the doctor visit. His back has been an issue and getting Daddy and a wheelchair down two steps has been worrisome for him. Sure I can help. First, the wheelchair is a bit old. In fact, looking through old pictures I found...
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Feb.14.2011
When a sibling dies, the world changes in an heartbeat.I invite you to visit my lastest article on Examiner.com. http://www.examiner.com/family-grief-and-bereavement-in-charleston-sc/pa...
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Dec.20.2010
Often I have pictured my sibling relationship with my only, younger brother as good child versus bad child. I feel that to describe our difference in a nutshell, imagine if you took us out to dinner and offered beforehand to treat. I would look at the menu and choose a reasonably priced item, not...
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Nov.15.2010
I'd like to take a walk with you; a stranger, a friend. Walking through the park, feeling the soft crunch of the snow beneath my feet, we'll share our secrets--our fears. Life isn't what it used to be. It's dark and lonely; the emptiness of a child without direction burns within my bones. Filled...
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Sep.27.2010
Well, it's been just a bit more than a month since I last posted anything here. That speaks of one very busy month. I am a high energy woman, rarely bored, who has created a large extended family of my own, five children, and in October of this year I'll have four grandchildren, as my second...
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Jul.29.2010
The house is quiet. All I can hear is the distant crash of the waves, and the soft ticking of the bedside clock. Sun streams softly through the window, filtered by the eucalyptus trees swaying in the breeze outside. I am tiny. My face just peeks over the edge of the wooden cradle. I rest my chin on...
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Jul.28.2010
What I remember was the heat rising from the old bricks, the saltwater air, the wobbly wheels of the tricycle and the utter delight of trolling behind my sister Mimi on her larger tricycle. Joy. Abandon. Warmth and wellbeing. Dimly, the surrounding walls of the U-shaped apartment building which had...
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Jul.28.2010
I'm two and one-half and at the house my father, mother, and I are about to move into. What I see when I remember is my father dismantling a crib in the corner of a small bedroom and light pouring through two south-facing windows. September light, red and gold, low light that steeps more than...
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