I remember a writing assignment from high school in which we were instructed to write about our family. At that time, at the age of 16 or so, family is really the last thing you want to write about. What modern American teenager wants to tell people about their mom or crazy drunken uncle or their annoying little sister? Family at 16 is a burden. You have your newly earned freedom in the form of a drivers license and the family mini-van, so long as you run car-pool or pick up the groceries from time to time.
At 26, you begin to realize how special family is. You've been off to college, seen the world, launched a career, and started a family of your own. Through the years, you've lost touch with friends you've made, you've experienced death in your own family or in those who are close to you. You've seen just how crazy your family is compared to the world around you, and you start to see the thread that holds it all together. Those people who you call family are the closest people to you. They are the spiderweb of your life, your threads crossing and recrossing as the years go by. They are the people related to you by blood and those related to you by common experience. The ones your have worked with, shoulder to shoulder and those you have cried with, arm in arm. Most of all, they are the ones you hold most dear.
Meet my family, and we'll start with the immediate, and stay tuned, I'm sure to update this page as time goes by.