Category Archives: family

Blue Grass, Blue Ridge, Blue Wave

I have had worse weeks. I’ve definitely had better. For various reasons. So today I donated to Amy McGrath, candidate for Congress in Kentucky’s 6th Congressional District. McGrath is retired Marine Lieutenant Colonel, Naval Academy graduate, and veteran combat pilot. … Continue reading

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Just Visiting

Ann Arbor Michigan – 1975 I spent part of Wednesday night carefully writing “we are not fucked”, practicing calligraphic lettering. Thursday I donated to Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, another New York primary winner. Ocasio-Cortez was born in the Bronx, two months after … Continue reading

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The Cult of Athena: Part I – Seeds and Stripes

I know a man with stripes on his back. Apparently it’s pretty common in humans who were once teen boys. They grow so quickly after puberty they get stretch marks, like some folks after pregnancy. Into his thirties, they were … Continue reading

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One Square Mile

Main Street has changed quite a bit, but Peaceable Kingdom is still there with the table of toys down the center, matchbook enamel pins and wooden counter #annarbor #goinghome #nostalgia A post shared by Elleanor Chin (@elleanorchin) on Jun 1, … Continue reading

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Patchwork ROI

I have a complicated relationship with quilts. They’re one of the few things I can reliably and consistently sew. They are a significant part of my maternal family culture. My great grandmother, great aunts, and several of my aunts have … Continue reading

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Crunchy Bugs and Hair Salad

Did you know lice make this little crunching sound between your nails when you smash them? It’s utterly, horribly gross and strangely satisfying. The last time I got lice was when I was nine. I remember sitting on my bed … Continue reading

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The Star and The Mountain

Today I realized how spectacularly horrid being from Columbine, Colorado or Newtown, Connecticut must be sometimes. The place you were born, or went to middle school, or had your wedding reception is tagged in the minds of millions with irrational … Continue reading

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