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May 23, 2022


O my goodness. This moment. All that led to it. And what followed. Thank you.

Wow. I can't really imagine what it must be like to have a place, a family, a past. Such riches. Also, I'm sure, sometimes an uneasy weight. It sounds like you're doing the right things.

Such a desk was once as integral to a certain kind of house as a stove. It conveyed a solid respectability: bills were paid, things were organized—a kind of anchor. Putting it to use again honours the shared memories across the generations.

During her last few years, every time I would visit her apartment, my mother would repeat the provenance of family pieces yet again. She wanted to be sure I knew, for example, that a chair was a gift from her prospective mother-in-law, signalling affection. I find myself telling the same histories with my children. I stop just short of saying, "Don't ever let this go".

I’d love a glimpse of that 1980 painting of yours & deeply appreciate this moment in the midst of so much else.


wonderful memories relived and the last part such a moment of joy!

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