My kids are not the first ones I bathed as infants, held as they toddled, hoisted on my back for a romp through the woods. Today would have been my oldest nephew’s seventeenth birthday. It still is his birthday. Who would he be? What would have become of all
Birthday dinner table, empty and full, Berkeley, CA At table, and in relation to the birthday girl, clockwise from bottom: grandfather; grandmother’s partner (grandbaba); adult friend/ fellow co-housing “villager”; special aunt; younger special cousin; co-housing “villager” girl cousin; grandmother; mother; co-housing “villager” uncle & aunt with boy cousin in between;
E.U.P. February 27, 1995 — March 24, 2005. Above: my nephew and me, a very long time ago. I’ve posted the photograph above, some explanatory text, and the poem below each year for the past three years on this date to bear witness. He was not a month into 10