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This whole website fits snugly in a small corner of one zip drive, with room to spare for unfinished projects and budding ideas that will eventually be unfinished projects. Once in a while, there'll be something tht pops from the disk to my server space, and then you'll get a glimpse of me. Slight, but slightly clear. I'm looking into this or that thing, looking for inspiration or something else that will drive me over the edge into a new place. So I have this idea that we should write stories about our parents. Good stories. Bad stories. Hard stories. Whatever. Real ones, I say. I want stories that explore the realization that our parents are people, too. It is a universal realization. Yet it continues to be remarkably striking. And though some stories may not individually seem to honor our parents, a set of stories stacked together side-by-side, honest to the last, will do something far better: it will honor the truth. I think that's worth a thought. Anyone got a story for me? |  |