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My family culture

By ~LS~ On November 15, 2009 · Add Comment · In This is my life? and tagged Tagged With: Family, For Wordies, Pets

Families have cultures. Rules and roles, beliefs and values, habits and customs, these things form the unique reality of a family. One of the ways that families express their culture is through little communication rituals and idioms, phrases that make sense only in the context of the family, and perhaps close friends who get to observe the family in the wild. I often reflect on my family idioms (from my current family, not the clusterfuck of my family of origin). I find them charming and endearing and overwhelmingly cutesy. Of course, those dark idioms exist as well, but let’s not go there.

Most of our idioms revolve on the cats and my niece, Willow. Some are shared in the dyadic coalitions that form among the three of us. Many come in and out of fashion from time to time, and some die off, never to return, except during bittersweet recollections.

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My grandmother and her family

By ~LS~ On November 6, 2009 · Add Comment · In Generations, This is my life? and tagged Tagged With: Family, Generations

Generation Y documents everything about itself. Facebook, youtube, myspace, flickr, the repositories of that generation are endless. My generation has some documentation; we’ve got home movies, videos, pictures, but nothing close to what the children of Gen Y will have as they age. Most people of my generation are lucky if they know anything about more than their grandparents and maybe their great grandparents. My family did a poor job of documenting us. I have very few pictures of myself as a child growing up. I have very few pictures of my parents at any age. I have almost no pictures of my grandparents. There were no home movies or videos. Compared to most families, there is not much of Willow either.

I got in the mail today from my mother a handful of pictures of my grandmother. I don’t know anyone in the pictures other than her. I can [...]

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The Hole Poem

By ~LS~ On October 8, 2009 · Add Comment · In This is my life? and tagged

In my first days of recovery, I found the hole poem incredibly helpful and meaningful as a metaphor for rearranging how I wanted to move through the world. I had a conversation with Willow last night about the difference between being a victim and a survivor. I hadn’t had that conversation in a long time. It provided a nice opportunity to take stock of the changes I’ve made. I would say that at this point in my life I drift between chapters three, four, and five. There are some holes that I fall into out of habits that are very hard to change, negotiating the holes on the street has become easier, and for the most part I do take a different street. Still, there are those difficult “what the fuck?” times that I fall into a hole. Moreover, sometimes I wonder if avoiding certain streets is a good thing, [...]

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10 Crazy Things about my Husband

By ~LS~ On September 29, 2009 · Add Comment · In This is my life? and tagged

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Telephone Exchanges ~ NYC Nostalgia

By ~LS~ On September 12, 2009 · 4 Comments · In Technology, This is my life? and tagged Tagged With: Chelsea, Media Ecology, New York City, Technoculture

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My Father, the Communist

By ~LS~ On August 25, 2009 · Add Comment · In Politics, This is my life? and tagged Tagged With: Politics

My father passed away on January 11. We had a strained relationship for most of my adult life. One of my biggest regrets about losing him is that I didn’t get to learn about his life story. He was an interesting but broken man. I only knew him when he was broken. He was a wonderful storyteller but he was reticent to tell the details of his adult life except for snatches of memories and the more mundane events that happened to him. The heart of his life was told only in fragmentary, hushed whispers. The rest I heard haphazardly from my mother.

The defining moments of my father’s life was his time in federal prison. How he got there was tragic and vile and it represents one of the worst, darkest parts of this nation.

I know that he was a union organizer in the south some time during [...]

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