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I am about to turn 14 here, and my mother is 36 coming up on 37 - exactly the same age I am now. It's August 25, 1986, at Crazy Aunt Nancy and Billy's house in Richmond. We visited my great-grandmother Mary in the nursing home on that trip, and Mary thought my mother was her daughter Porter, who at that time had already been dead for 11 years.



Me and my siblings, Christmas 1986. This is my One True Haircut; I think I'm on my way back there right now. Possibly even that color, if I can justify the expense. (Notice that Nate is on Jane's back and Jane is on my back and I am very strong!)