Learning to Love those Family Secrets

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Grammie asks me to promise I’ll never grow old, stroking my blonde hair reassuringly, as if I’m a reluctant dog. She tells me I remind her of her youth, but she doesn’t specify why. I know very little about Grandma Ivy’s early life, and even less about who she was when she was my age. When I was growing up, she would come from the East Coast to visit once every other year, and with her brightly dyed red hair, long glossy…

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Writer covering environmental justice, holistic health and relationships; Author of Forager, forthcoming with Algonquin. MichelleDowd.org

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Michelle Dowd

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Writer covering environmental justice, holistic health and relationships; Author of Forager, forthcoming with Algonquin. MichelleDowd.org

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