FAMILY TIES

I remember being 10 years old, taking a holiday meal to Betty Vozar’s. She had eight or nine kids. They lived about four houses from us, which was around two miles in Pennsylvania country. She looked much like Anna Magnani, in her pale housedress and apron. There was stuff everywhere, on the stairs, on the table, on the floor, and the kids would come flying by, carrying on like a bunch of maniacs. I thought they looked so happy. Betty was always standing in the kitchen or at the kitchen table reading. While cooking.

I wanted a family like that, a house full of noise and motion. A house full of love. Learning wild love happened