JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH

Week 07 | Digital video, color, 8:03

My family has never learned the meaning of "T.M.I."  We are over-sharers to a spectacular degree. If you know me, then you are well aware that there are very few topics that I find taboo and I am not one to blush easily. I think our tendency to air out even our most private thoughts and feelings is a direct result of our own individual journeys to overcoming survivor's guilt/shame.  

My brother, Charlie, was murdered in 1993. When you are faced with an event like that it is very easy to try to avoid it or lock it away because it's so uncomfortable to talk about. But that has never felt very right to me, and I have now gotten used to talking very openly about all the uncomfortable stuff. I imagine that my lack of filters is at times off-putting or embarrassing for my husband - just as the rest of my family's unfiltered expression is for me sometimes. But this is who we are: a strange, highly dysfunctional, and frequently uncouth bunch of weirdos who try to love each despite how hard we often make it to do so.