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Family Is Like An Old Sweater

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“My mom holds out her hands for my brother and me to pull her to her feet. She is still wearing the horrible cardigan, and the day is even hotter now. But I understand all of a sudden that my family is like an old sweater – it keeps unraveling, but then someone figures out how to sew it one more time; it has lumps and then it unravels again, but you can still wear it; and it still keeps away the chill.”

Anne Lamott in Traveling Mercies


Written by Ryan

January 6, 2008 at 10:43 am

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