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© 2019 Tori Brovet/All rights reserved



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© 2019 Tori Brovet/All rights reserved
Genealogy sometimes feels like quicksand.
Instead of writing a blog post this weekend, I spent far too much time listening to Adele and creating a photo album for a past vacation. I knew perfectly well that I was stalling. I was operating in the nostalgia I could handle, rather than the uncomfortable one that actually needed my attention.
This story truly spans the planet. To get to Japan from Chicago, we have to start in Scotland.
Pack a bag.
I had happily imagined a pile of family photos. I didn’t bother thinking about what might be on the back of them.
This woman’s face drifted up to me this week. She came out of a pile of photos, a randomly selected card in a shuffled deck of memories. It has been some days, but I keep going back to her although — and maybe because — I have no idea who she is.