My family has 52 reunions a year. Each Friday we ceremoniously gather at our home in Sault Ste. Marie and break bread over a crisscrossing of boisterous conversations, one louder than the next. We talk about our weeks, discuss the future and prod each other with playful humour.
Friday’s are a shining beacon on my calendar and are met with the greatest, unwavering anticipation.
52 reunions: one for each week of the year. It may sound excessive but for me it’s not enough. You see [Read more…]