New post on Daughter on Duty.
Many times in my father’s letters to my mother, written during World War II, he writes something belittling, and I cringe as I read them. He frequently implores her not to be who she is, which I do as well, over the very same personality traits: endless catastrophizing, endless obsessing over everything imaginable. But it wasn’t until this week that I saw it for what it was.
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I am a Pacific Northwest native transplanted to the southeast for 36 years. In 2012, I returned to my childhood home and fell in love with this corner of the country again. I am a grandmother, a storywriter, a teacher, an attention payer, a hiker, and a back roads wanderer. Check out my website (and my memoir) at www.gretchenstaebler.com.
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