Becoming Chris Kamalski

"There's a Writer outside ourselves, plotting a better story for us" ~Don Miller

Sara Louise Margaretta Kamalski Is 27!

My dearest sista: My first, and greatest memory, is of receiving a tour of a green hook-n-ladder firetruck from a kind local fireman in the middle of the night one hot August morning in 1982.  Coincidentally, you were in the middle of popping out of Mom in a chaotic scene concurrently taking place in the back room.

I’m so glad you decided to show up that evening!

I love you deeply, and couldn’t be prouder to be your brother…Happy Birthday, sister!

Classic.

Classic.

Those aren't the normal fingers Sara shows me.

Those aren't the normal finger(s) Sara shows me.

What dreams are made of.  Epic family Thailand trip, Christmas 2006.

What dreams are made of. Epic family Thailand trip, Christmas 2006.

A Public Apology To My Blog.

Dear Blog,

Goiemore.  I know, I know.  I’ve been ignoring you lately, and you’re showing the effects of being a bit neglected and overgrown.  Not many have stopped by to visit you, as there is nothing really to see at this moment. Call it neglect, call it boredom, call it tiredness, or call it something noble like actually trying to live my life, not simply report on it, yet you have been ignored.

I’m sorry.  I’ll try harder to integrate my real life, and the life that I share ‘in public’ with others.

Sincerely,

The Chris Who Is Real

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