I could stay home on Sundays when visiting my parents. But I return to the pews of my childhood church because I love the people despite our differences.
family of origin
At a chemical level, it didn’t matter that we loved him. It couldn’t penetrate the shield around his sense of self-worth.
Every family has more people at the table than you can see. If we set the right number of plates, we would have to build way bigger tables.
I said something cutting and sneering, and my mother slowly put down her tea. Odd that I would remember that detail.
We owe our homeland patriotism, but not just any kind of patriotism—because just as we don't choose our parents, neither do we choose our country of origin.