Harsh New Shapes of Change

I’m at the far left, having just married R; sister K is holding our first son. December 1979, Irasburg VT.

My brother T’s stinging words, left on my answering machine while I was on my way home from a final visit to my/our dying father, slashed at the unquestioned affection and steady mutual support we had shared to that point.

When my house caught fire in December 1984, T brought boxes of tools — car and house ones — to Vermont to re-equip me for my country life, and gave my kids carpenter tool belts with small hammers…

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BethKanell

BethKanell

Braiding loss, joy, love. Award-winning author of YA adventures like This Ardent Flame; The Long Shadow, more. bethkanell.blogspot.com; member SinC, NBCC.