My beautiful MOM & DAD, sobering pillars of fortitude supporting the frayed institution of marriage since 1969.
MY DAD; a kind man of letters and numbers, and words and more words. An alficionado of almost any subject that allows him to take an unlimited amount of time explaining it. He should always be allowed near sangria, but whisky blessedly speeds his speech. Professionally, my folks have retired from illustrious careers with the government & nursing, and have hunkered down on a beautiful piece of land in Charlottesville VA. They currently run two country stores that they own, selling wonderful things made of trees.
MY SISTER April and her lovely husband Jamey, somewhere in or around Uzbekistan ’05. You can’t tell from this photo but neither of them is really normal sized. They LOOK normal sized because the doorway they’re standing in is abnormally tall. But like me? Standing next to my sister in this photo? I would come up to the bottom of her scarf.
A LITTLE BIOLOGY
Cindy Chandler is my natural mother. She gave righteous birth to me when she was just a teenager living near Richmond, Virginia and i can’t thank her ENOUGH for going through with the pregnancy. It was a marvelous stroke of luck to be born. Worked out very well for me. At the earliest possible legal moment, I sought her out, having known of my adoption from birth. We met ceremoniously at an Applebees for riblets and fiesta lime chicken near Richmond when i was 17. From our first hug hello Cindy has existed in my heart somewhere between an awe-inspiring older sister who always does the right thing, and that incredible friend you may find once in a lifetime, who is inexplicably exactly like you.
She has two other daughters, Linda and Kaitlyn who, as a baby, survived a life threatening bout with Lukemia. This picture to the left was, i believe, the first photo i received from her, and the first time i ever saw her face. That is a young Linda next to her.
This is what i remember thinking when i first received her photo.