Reflections on Warmth
If you were to ask either of my parents if I developed my love for writing from them, I imagine both of them would say no. In the past few years, my parents have come to mean something different to me, figures that I rely on more than I thought I would at the age of thirty-five. After I made it through the years of adolescent angst and drama, I came out seeing my parents in a clearer light. And, after I went through a tough break-up and moved away, I realized how lucky I am to have the parents I have. There has always been a joke between me and my siblings that our family is straight-up wacky. From post-it notes of frustration that my parents leave each other on the cupboards to the predictable bickering that ensues every holiday, we shake our heads and sigh. It's true that sometimes it can be stressful watching your parents argue over small things over the years, but I've also learned how to look at that stress with a comedic eye. My parents have b...