Tag: family

going to america

When I was six, my parents and I moved back to the U.S. after being stationed in Germany for three years. What followed was a sincere attempt on the part of our extended family to reassimilate us into American pop culture,...

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holidaze

“So, this is your first married Christmas!” my father-in-law informed us cheerfully. Yes. Yes, it was. “So, does this mean we can hang it up this year only?” the beau asked dubiously, holding up a heavy silver heart-shaped...

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hoarders: the christmas edition

I’ll admit it, I occasionally shop at Anthropologie. For a long time, the clerks would wrap your purchases in white tissue paper with little red dots on it. I saved this paper and used it during the holidays, because it...

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i want

I’m afraid to have babies. I kind of don’t want to. But there was a moment on Friday night at our friend’s father’s house during her 30th birthday party. It was the day after Thanksgiving and the house was packed with family. It...

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first wave feminism, birth of

Shortly after they were married, my parents went over to my grandparents’ house one Friday night for dinner. My mom and her mother set plates of food down on the table for the men, then busied themselves straightening up...

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