Who are the people in my family.
What were the histories that shaped them?
How do my family's stories impact on my history?
True stories are full of hesitation and passion--love and lies--deception and illusions--and they keep getting rearranged.
Are we broken or just damaged.
Will the picture of my family lock together to form a cipher that decodes our actions for and against each other?
Tangle, tangle what a spider's web we weave.
The more we love someone, the easier it is to bleed.
Great joy is the family that supports.
Deep depression is the family that deports.
In time all our lives bind to one, family.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Family stories
Posted by Mary Church
Labels: Family
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I think when it is all said and done, family is a lot, and blood is thicker than water...and so forth. Faulkner wrote about families. He understood all of them.
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