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The House That Built Me

The house my mother grew up in burnt down in ’85. I hope y’all never experience something like that—losing everything, Mom told my brothers and me when we were too young to understand.

The Importance of Strong Family Narratives

April 9, 2013

I have a friend who is a professional archivist. Her master’s in library science has led her to a career she loves in helping clients (mostly corporate ones, but the occasional rich person, too) sort, categorize, and store their materials, which can vary from a few sheets of paper to thousands of books.


Like two wrestlers etched
around some ancient urn,

we’d lace our hands, then wrench
each other’s wrists back