...well, mostly. this is a personal effort and exercise, a reminder to notice the life in my everyday experience.
Root beer floats, the weight room, makeup and hand lotion, penny slots and a sauna, lazy mornings and movies, ranting, silence and tears helped me find my little sister. She was not where I thought I left her a few years back, or maybe it was even longer ago. I felt her in a space less defined by my placement of her in my life and much more defined by everything about her. And it was good.
posted by jenn at 4:28 PM
Obituary- Jenn reported herself dead (well, dying really. . .) on June 22, 2007, a condition likely to persist. Cause of death was a nagging suspicion that her life was as an extra in a C grade movie, compounded by the premonition that budget cuts were closing in. Born in a hospital, she later relocated to a succession of more comfortable sets. Jenn is survived by a number of less suspecting extras, a rather confused wardrobe, and a waffle maker that would be insulted if it were not mentioned.
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"She was not where I thought I left her a few years back..." When I read these words, I wondered of my own life and relationships, how many people ever are where we thought we left them? You are both such beautiful women; the picture you share here speaks celebration in the finding. I am glad (and maybe a bit envious) for you both. Oh, and by the way ... Wow! "Sisters" would not have to be said. -mg
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