My brother lives in Alaska. Most of the time this seems exotic to me, and just right for my loves-the-outdoors brother. But ever since this summer when he and I reconnected -- and Thanksgiving when I got to know my niece & nephews -- now it feels too far. I wish he was about two hours away -- far enough for privacy, but close enough to drive over on a Sunday.
Ah well. He had a birthday recently, so I've been thinking of him.
Ever since he was five, he wanted kids. Ever since I was little, I wanted to be an artist. Now he's got three kids and I'm a theatre director.
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you're right Rach, life works that way sometimes, and it's nice when it does.
-T
Wow, a brother in Alaska - that's really something. Does he blog?!
No. He loves the outdoors, loves kids, loves using his body, and finds computers a distraction from all three.
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