I’m sort of on a kind of partial hiatus this week, so I am re-blogging my very first Writer Site blog post. Have a mindful day and be sure to notice people’s faces :).
A face reflects differently under each new light. It seems to me that faces are holograms. To compare them with still photos or even other faces is a futile task. One day I look like one relative and my mother like a relative from another branch of the family. The next day someone will see my mother’s face in mine, although I look nothing like her aunt who seems to have cloned Mom.
Certain people think I am the female image of my father who, with his vaguely southern European looks, could never be confused with my mother’s Dutch relatives.
I didn’t start to think about faces and relationships until a day in 1976 when my grandparents entered the front door of my father’s store and I wandered up from the backroom to greet them.
Grandpa approached the glass case of men’s leather goods. “Here ta get me a wallet,”…
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