When I first talk about my family, usually I talk about my husband and my kids. We are each others’ first and only spouse and we have our two daughters and a cat. We are almost straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting (well, I guess we would need a dog). However, looks can be deceiving. Once I start talking about my Whole Family, thing get complicated quickly. So much so that my siblings and I have brought parties to a screeching halt while people try and figure out how the hell we are all related.
My siblings and I frequently joke that we need a flow chart. I have actually tried to draw one a bunch of times but I start inventing family terms that haven’t been created and run out of paper. I am an only child. Or I was. On my Mom’s side of the family I…
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