Posts tagged “family”
Two small moments define love for me: my father pulling my mother up to dance to their cheesy song on an empty beach, and my impossibly cool brother literally stepping back, breathless at the sight of his girlfriend. Those unguarded moments are what the word means to me.
Visiting London for a week to see friends I haven't seen in 15 months, meet my new niece, and surprise a friend at their birthday party. Being back is weird. More on that later.
My grandfather Nils Voss, born in 1908, died this week at 99. We weren't close, and now I realize how much I never knew about him. I'm left with an image of him on his porch, rum in hand, laughing. He did well. Goodbye, grampa.
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My brothers and I surprised our dad at his 60th birthday party by performing an extempo calypso covering his life, carrying on a family tradition he started. Here are the lyrics, in case you asked for them. You'll need to be Trinidadian to get most of the jokes.
I always assumed my geekiness came from my chemical engineer dad, but looking closer, he's the people person. Mom switched from P.E. to teaching chemistry, never met a gadget she didn't upgrade twice, and yesterday sat giggling over her new Palm Pilot. The geekiness is absolutely from her.
Life's hectic but good. Parents are in town, work is crazy, and I'll be at Noise tonight. Come say hi!
A poem of memories, tender and honest, the good and the hard, leading back to one truth: you have always loved me, and I am sorry I ever forgot.
Just back from Tobago, hopelessly behind on work. Quiet Christmas -- got luggage, no iBook (thanks Mom and Dad). First Christmas without my brothers, which felt strange. Also, read Spree and tell me what you think.
A poem about the tension between inner growth and the pressure to stay small, stay safe, stay the same. The world wants you on automatic. I'm overflowing.
A poem about coming out to my parents, fearing I'll become a stranger to them, but pleading that this stranger still needs their love to survive.
