Girl, transplanted from the islands to the big city, married to the man of her dreams, adoring mother of two near-grown children, O political, quietly OCD, hopelessly in love with her quirky, bossy, funny, chaotic, entertaining and fairly peculiar family. The roots of me are in the photo above. That's my mother at age seven standing on the left, next to her father. And there's my grandmother, pregnant with her ninth child. I look most like her of all the grandchildren, this woman about whom stories are told and retold. This blog combs the threads among generations, the adored and the complicated, an effort to record these days.


  1. Did you re-organize your blog or have I just missed this fantastic page, this photo and your beautiful words?