Caitlyn Curry
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When my mind can be open to a world all of my own creation, my body and soul can be at peace; peace from an unforgiving world, a toddler, puppy, and a husband is some of the most satisfying that can be found.
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On My Mind
I hated that I had to struggle so much. I hated that my body always seemed to be against me. Like when I was constantly sick as a kid, like how my parents rarely had health insurance with good coverage, like how even after I got my tonsils removed, I still got sick all the time.
By Caitlyn Curry5 years ago in Families
The Lies That Keep Us Warm
I think I can nail it down to that last Christmas. It was 2010. I had graduated from high school a few months before and my dad had been the accompanist at a new church, Unity, for a while by then. My sisters and I had all grown up Catholic: baptisms, first communions, confirmations, the whole thing. My oldest sister, Elizabeth, had long since moved out and started her own family, raising her two boys with a distinct absence of religion (read: absence of my parents’ influence); and my middle sister, Victoria, had moved in with her boyfriend the year before but still came around to sing for my dad, much to my displeasure. I had never been the biggest fan of my sister’s voice; that would be my dad.
By Caitlyn Curry5 years ago in Families
Finding Warmth
It was a bitter cold that speared through each carefully donned article of clothing, sinking through layers of skin, fat, muscle, until it penetrated deeply to the bone, leaving behind a chill that would never be forgotten. Randall Poehler held himself carefully as he took up his usual position near the subway. His clothing, all threadbare and warn, was doing little to dampen the bone-cold chill that had set in weeks before. The streets of New York were certainly not a forgiving place; a place one down on hard times, such as Randall, might find themselves calling home. ‘Home’ had long since lost its true meaning when he had received his terminal diagnosis and his wife had left him; when his medical bills had eaten him out of house and home, when his daughter had stopped taking his calls and refused him access to his grandson. Randall Poehler was well acquainted with cold and unforgiving.
By Caitlyn Curry5 years ago in Families
