In the end, we are self-perceiving, self-inventing, locked-in mirages that are little miracles of self-reference.
—Douglas Hofstadter, I Am a Strange Loop (p.363)
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Mom at top with oils on display during our
beach house stay on Padre Island when I was maybe 3;
Dad at bottom on a pee break with Eric, me and little Lori K. in the old bus. |
Q: Now tell me, in single words, only the good things that come into your mind when you think about... your family?
A: My family?
Q: Yes...
A: Let me tell you about my family [BANG]
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This is likely to be a long-running work-in-progress post as I currently don't know what to say except that I love them all in spite of the frustrating traits we share.
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| MOM |
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| DAD |
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| MOM + ME |
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FAT KID IN A TREE
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| LITTLE LORI K + UGGY |
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| SIBS + ME |
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| BOY |
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