Christmas with My Homeless Aunt


When my father smiles, the wide gaps between his teeth are on cartoony display. His family could afford braces for only one child, and, as the girl, his sister’s looks won priority. In adulthood, Debbie was the homeless woman with perfect teeth.

The last time I saw my aunt was Christmas 2007. I was home in North Carolina for winter break during my senior year of college. I’d just completed my second term of French, and, on Christmas day, I was arrogant in my use of rudimentary language skills to make snide remarks to my French-fluent mother. A gruff smoker’s laugh interrupted my stilted chatter, and Debbie piped up in proficient French. [READ MORE]

2 thoughts on “Christmas with My Homeless Aunt

  1. Really powerful story, Janet. I have a family member who is in recovery, and I am thankful every day for that recovery (6 years now) because watching (and being on the peripheryof) the downward spiral was so horrific. Abiding with your father and you.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at
The Esquire Theme.


Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 1,148 other followers

%d bloggers like this: