From the ages of 8-18, me and my kin moved around a lot. Mostly we would just stretch, but occasionally one of us would actually get up to go to the fridge.
All the men in our kin were bearded, and most of the women.Donate at: SaveTheElephants.org
In the kin sandwich, the older people and the younger ones can recognize one another as the bread. Those in the middle are, for a time, the meat.
Never let angry kin comb your hair.
The great advantage of living in a large kin is that early lesson of life's essential unfairness.
As a child my kin's menu consisted of two choices: take it or leave it.
If you don't believe in ghosts, you've never been to a reunion of my kin.
The reason grandparents and grandchildren get along so well is that they have a common enemy.
Kin love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern… like bad wallpaper.
Nothing in life is fun for the entire kin. There are no massage parlors with ice cream and free jewelry.
Kin is not an important thing. It’s everything.
I come from a kin where gravy is considered a beverage.