It is a time to remember and be glad. Mourning looks like this too, sometimes. Someday, I’m going to look back. Why not today? There will be plundering, and there will be war. But today, let’s remember and peel back the pearl of great price that is a memory.
From 5/2/15 (edited, because I’m different now):
The way my family communicates is special, just like every other family…
Ugly Drawers, Pretty Panties.
That’s my family.
I was texting with a musician-pal of mine about collaborating on a song. We finalized plans and I confirmed.
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Cooliyoshi – A Family Word
© Tiffany Monique – May 2015 |
I say it all the time. Never thought about its lexicology.
My brother Andrew taught it to me, without even meaning to. Just one of those random things we’d say to one another. Our language, the family language, grew that way within the core of our interactions. Upon entry into adulthood, some things stayed with us. Some things didn’t.
We have our own language. Don’t all siblings? Whether or not you’re twins, there is something about being in the same learning space for decades, even if that space was as dynamic as our family’s.
Until I got married, one of my nicknames was Timobe (TEE moh BEE). Andrew, of course, had to make it his own, calling me Timoble (teeMOHblee) whenever he could.
Right now, the ebb and flow of this language of ours is temporarily muted. Andrew can’t leave me any more of the insane voicemails he loved leaving…This writing is my prayer. My fight. My heart is the pen of a ready writer, and I am reminded of the many victories of my family. Some have been told. Some I ponder in my heart.