If you're within 50 miles of Boston, or on Cape Cod over the next week, I'd be very interested to have coffee with you. I'd love to hear more about your brother.
I'm working slowly on a story about how I learned about mortality at age six--it came in the form of a dream with a ditty in it, and then I ask…
If you're within 50 miles of Boston, or on Cape Cod over the next week, I'd be very interested to have coffee with you. I'd love to hear more about your brother.
I'm working slowly on a story about how I learned about mortality at age six--it came in the form of a dream with a ditty in it, and then I asked about the birds and the bees (a pair of kids I knew, children of a friend of my father's, didn't have a mother, but a then future step mother appeared at our house for dinner with that family, looking like she didn't belong with them (they were casually dressed and she was well dressed). then, after we went back to Seattle, my parents asked my brother and me (10 and 7 respectively) how we'd feel about another sibling. I told them they were too old. They were nonplussed, although they didn't tell me that at the time, but I think they feared I thought they were worn out or something. No. I was concerned that it would be really hard on the sibling when they died. And I since recently had a conversation with the sibling--my sister. It certainly was hard on her--harder than on her older brothers.
My father went to UNC for undergraduate (I think he graduated class of 1940). One of his good friends--and mine, as I sometimes inherited parental friends--was Sidney Rittenberg, who may have had the most interesting life of anyone who graduated from UNC. He died a handful of years ago, a little short of 100, if I remember correctly. He's well worth googling.
My father also had a few friends at UM Ann Arbor.
it's interesting to hear about someone similarly on the spectrum. I'd love to hear more.
Thank you much for the compliments.
If you're within 50 miles of Boston, or on Cape Cod over the next week, I'd be very interested to have coffee with you. I'd love to hear more about your brother.
I'm working slowly on a story about how I learned about mortality at age six--it came in the form of a dream with a ditty in it, and then I asked about the birds and the bees (a pair of kids I knew, children of a friend of my father's, didn't have a mother, but a then future step mother appeared at our house for dinner with that family, looking like she didn't belong with them (they were casually dressed and she was well dressed). then, after we went back to Seattle, my parents asked my brother and me (10 and 7 respectively) how we'd feel about another sibling. I told them they were too old. They were nonplussed, although they didn't tell me that at the time, but I think they feared I thought they were worn out or something. No. I was concerned that it would be really hard on the sibling when they died. And I since recently had a conversation with the sibling--my sister. It certainly was hard on her--harder than on her older brothers.
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My father went to UNC for undergraduate (I think he graduated class of 1940). One of his good friends--and mine, as I sometimes inherited parental friends--was Sidney Rittenberg, who may have had the most interesting life of anyone who graduated from UNC. He died a handful of years ago, a little short of 100, if I remember correctly. He's well worth googling.
My father also had a few friends at UM Ann Arbor.
it's interesting to hear about someone similarly on the spectrum. I'd love to hear more.