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Where Did I Come From?

Who really knit me?

I’m from a province far away. My ancestors were even farther. Photo Credit: Catherine Dunn-Gilbert

How do we know our stories? I know where I was born; the hospital still exists and the town is still there. The house I went home to from the hospital as a newborn sits nestled between the same two homes that were there when I lived there. The tree out front is bigger, and the grassy area across the road where we played most definitely seems smaller.




“The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.” (Frank Lloyd Wright) Non-fiction pieces, personal essays and occasional poems that explore how we feel about how we age and offer tips for getting the most out of life.

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Catherine Dunn

Catherine Dunn

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