Stairway to haven

An impressive number of my aunties have lived with their families in the same houses for years. Decades really. Visiting now marries space WITH time: There’s me-self of today and there is the me of yesterday tagging along, small but noisy.

I walk up the stairs of one auntie’s trilevel along with me’s of yore: tot-size hide-and-seeker; very bored and very boring 12-year-old; a just-married with a puffed up sense of being a just-married; a nap-deprived Mom with a lot less puff; and a quieter female who today is seeking quiet from the shrills of new hide and seekers also visiting. That’s alot of me’s in one place.

The stairs don’t seem different but I suppose they are. I don’t seem different but I suppose I am.

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About Mrs. Fitz

Hello! I'm Michele Fitzpatrick, a Chicago writer. Like our town, a work in progress. As a journalist, teacher and writing coach I think all of us live our stories and sharing them creates moments that remind us we're connected. And that is enough.
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