Jennifer Wilson

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It starts with a six-inch square of muslin. In 2004 I lived in Minnesota within ten miles of both my sister and brother for the first time since childhood. We didn’t see each other daily, or even weekly, but we enjoyed the closeness so much, our parents were even thinking of joining us. It’s a good thing they hesitated: By the end of 2005, we had scattered to the winds—Sarah to New York for law school, Michael and his family to Tanzania so he could study chimpanzees, and my own family to Florida, where my then-husband had been recruited for a job that promised happiness and a solid future.