I was about 14 years old when this photo was taken, so my sisters would have been about 12 and 10. That’s Mary on the left and Rebecca on the right, mugging for the camera with someone else’s sunglasses.
I clearly don’t want to be in the photo. Mary seems ambivalent and Rebecca is having fun with it. Something about this seems like a good symbol of my childhood. We were all in the same places and going through the same experience for those years — but we reacted to it in radically different ways.
Even though it’s been decades, I can’t seem to leave that time in my life completely behind. I spent about 90 minutes this afternoon talking with Rebecca about some issues on her mind. It was surprising how many of today’s issues required one of us to ask, “Do you remember when…”
Even though my sisters and I have gone in very different directions — and we have almost nothing to do with one another anymore — we still can’t escape the drama and dysfunction of where we all started.

How can you have convictions while remaining open to truth?
Our methods of selling politicians seem designed for mental defectives
Your life is built from choices, while the days of your life go by
Foolish pride often keeps us from having what we need most in life
Does the delusion that most people agree with us explain the appeal of majoritarian systems?
My father’s narcissistic control left me resentful of all authority
Cop’s murder has me pondering why humans kill those they love