WHY IS IT THAT BROTHERS are not very good on the phone? (Need I remind you of this.) Anyway, all these long-distance calls are making me miss my big bro.
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From the category archives:
Big Brother T
A FEW WEEKS AGO, I went with T Money to the scrap metal yard in North Adams, Massachusetts. I drove the enormous Chevy truck filled with copper pipes. (Huzzah!) And my brother T said some poetic words about beauty, destruction and trash (although they’re escaping me now). It was the best outing we took all summer. Plus, we made big money. Really big money. All the day’s beauty and trash can be found here on flickr.
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And our mother used to say: "No toilet talk at the table!"
WE INTERRUPT OUR REGULARLY scheduled blog entries to bring you this charming moment with my brother, T. [click to continue…]
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T and his mama in 2008.
NOW THAT I’VE BEEN writing for The Sister Project for the better part of a year, some funny interactions have emerged in my family–mostly around my brother, T. There’s been the usual “you better not post that photo of my sunburned butt on the internet” banter from the beginning. But most recently, my mom did the silliest thing: [click to continue…]
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YES, TODAY MARKS THE anniversary of my brother’s birth. He has been gracing the world with his magnanimous presence for 28 years now, and to celebrate this exciting day I thought I’d share with you three things that you may not know about the man who we sometimes call “T:” [click to continue…]
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BROTHER T HAS BEEN playing soccer since before, well, since before he was a brother. And these days he’s still heading and slide-tackling away. He recently helped to form a whole league of soccer players in the area to play against each other on Sundays. He rounded up his soccer buddies and found a business sponsor, had shirts made and collected money for the refs. The only problem was that he’s been scheduled to work every Sunday! [click to continue…]
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ON A RECENT WEEKLY BLOG perusal, I came across these photos in a post titled Field Day. And all at once I was flooded with memories of this time of year 15, 16, 17 years ago when the whole elementary school would relocate to the comfort of the expansive track field and metal bleachers at the high school for a full day of field games and watermelon (and of course, that colorful parachute-like thing). So this elementary school scene got me thinking and thinking about my tried and true sisters of those days. The girls with whom I spoke made-up languages and I played outside until dark. [click to continue…]
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My friend Leah pointed out how T on the little horse was just like Equestrian Statue of Marcus Aurelius (who is made to look powerful on a disproportionately tiny beast).
LAST CHRISTMAS, MY MOTHER got gift certificates for T and I to have a horseback riding lesson at Roberts Woods Farm in Monterey, Massachusetts. Six months later, the three of us finally aligned our schedules, and last Sunday we spent the afternoon hanging out with some very charming Icelandic horses. [click to continue…]
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EVERY SO OFTEN I have a phone conversation with my older brother T that makes me wonder if I was abducted by an alien family in my sleep. I’ve shared my version of these such phone calls twice now (the last one is here), but this time I’d like to portray my occasional lame attempts to prank call the infamous prank caller. [click to continue…]
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SINCE MUCH OF WHAT I share with you on TSP is about Big Brother T (and I mean big, what with his muscles and height and deafening voice), I’ve been feeling it was time to put his more diminutive side on display. Above is a favorite photo of the two of us (plus adopted brother Fievel), and when I look at it I simply cannot believe how big T is these days.
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