Category Archives: Personal

Daughter of an Alcoholic

It was around twelve years ago when I opened my email and began a letter to my dear college girlfriends. While I can’t remember all the words written in that email, I know it began like this: Hello. My name is Summer and I am the daughter of an alcoholic. I have such a vivid...

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Pen to Paper

“Mrs. Occupant.” The handwriting on the envelope was as familiar as my own. The curve of the letters, the neat-but-sloppy rushed penmanship–I know it like the back of my own aging hand. It was the same handwriting that I found printed on the napkins inside my lunchbox during elementary school. I love you! the writing...

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Nine Years (3,288 Days)

I wrap it every year. The tag reads: To: Charlie, Chanelle & Meadow. It’s probably silly to wrap the box. The inside of the large square package is no secret. They know it’s “the book”. Often, the book is set aside as soon as the wrapping paper is off. I watch as my hours of...

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Meadow: Nine

I open the door to the garage and Meadow bounds down the two steps in one big jump. She swings the car door open and I watch, holding her backpack, as she hops to the far side of the backseat. I swing her way-too-heavy backpack into the seat next to her, while she straps on...

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