For the last 10 years, I’ve struggled with every godforsaken evil thing that anyone could feel–consequently living poor to boot–and never got it together to come back to where I have an actual BROTHER and a SISTER…not to mention my own cultural heritage of Austin in the ’60s. You can’t buy this stuff, you have to live it. I do have a family, in other words: my siblings! DUH!!!
There, I said it. No need for euphemisms now, after visiting and talking to her. Dear, dear sister… Teresa is 61 years old (the photo is from just a few weeks ago). She was sick last summer but wrote it off to lactose intolerance. By the time she finally had a liver scan and blood [...]
Three of the five of us, anyway, on the street in Austin, TX. My brother (left) posted this on a public Facebook page. The ladies are my sisters, and I have another brother out in Arizona. I hope they don’t mind my sharing this, because it’s pretty special. Aside from the fact that when my [...]
“I‘ve got some bad news about Teresa…” my brother said. That isn’t what you want to hear when you pick up the phone, and he let me have it right away: my sister, just three years younger than I am, had been feeling poorly for a while and chalked it up to lactose intolerance. That [...]