A couple of weeks ago, I introduced you to my big brother Corey. I shared how I felt as I flew across the country to meet him for the first time in my life last year. If you missed that story, please click here.
Even after all the months that have passed since we first met, I’m still processing our first visit. I had 30 years without him as an active part of my life, and then I walked off a plane and saw a face the looked like mine, and who was related to me by blood. I’m still thinking about how to really describe that to you.
While I’m working on that story, I wanted to show you some pictures from our visit. These were all shot in San Diego, where Corey grew up and currently lives alongside his dad’s side of the family. Continue reading
I’m about 3 hours away from meeting my brother for the first time. I’m typing this on the flight, on my laptop, as I’ve been so crazy at the office that I haven’t had a minute lately to really sit down and think about what’s about to happen.
I emailed Corey a couple weeks ago to ask him if he was around. We were supposed to finally meet last month in Miami, but he didn’t make it down. Since I needed to be in Cali next week (I have an event in San Fran), I offered to come to San Diego if he was around and couldn’t make the trip to San Francisco. He wrote back right away that he would make it happen. So that was that. I don’t think, after all these years of talking and thinking about meeting, that either one of us thought it was really going to happen this time.
But here I am. After 30 years of being alive with another part of me out in the world, I’m meeting my brother. I think I’m lucky. Most people were too young to really remember everything about how they felt and everything they thought when they first met their sibling. I have the whole weight of making a conscious decision to meet him here with me.
For more fun with packages from Momsy, clicky clicky.
I have something special planned for my 100th blog, but before I can post that, I have to share the contents of my mother’s latest special delivery. For background on my mom’s packages to me, read here.
I got two packages yesterday, for no particular reason. I opened them tonight while I was on the phone with a friend, so – in real time – I told him what was in the packages. Then I washed, rinsed, repeated with two of my girlfriends and they both laughed so hard I’m pretty sure they stopped breathing for a few minutes. Continue reading
In honor of Memorial Day . . .
Suicide, murder, abortion. Psychotic episodes, rape and incest. You name it, it’s probably happened within my family. Divorce? Alcoholism? So tame. The sh*t I heard whispered low on the phone after relatives thought I was asleep as little girl, or the shit my Mom has told me when she was angry (which is almost all the time) . . . that shit would make your head spin if you were anyone but me. I keep forgetting this shit isn’t “normal,” – that I have to explain it to people who didn’t grow up like this. Continue reading