There is only one place to be on Thanksgiving – home. My home, your home, anybody’s home; it doesn’t matter as long as it’s not a restaurant. 1,099 more words
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Last month one more link in my family line was laid to rest. I saw my maternal grandmother buried. In writing her eulogy I couldn’t help but be keenly aware of how many boughs of my family tree produce uncertainties—so many phantom, questionable, and half-related branches—so many spaces for names I have to leave empty. 892 more words
Not many people make a documentary film about their grandparents, especially if they are not famous.
Well, Sydney-based Joshua Marks has. He calls it, simply, … 261 more words