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.

DC hypocrites act like spoiled kids on playground by pointing fingers
Ohio high school shooting shouldn’t be excuse to take more guns away
I can’t tell truth about my father unless I dig for truth about me
State-based ‘aid culture’ makes people believe they’re entitled to other people’s money
We’re all broken, but some of us find meaning in broken partners
Shouldn’t standards be higher for those trusted to enforce our laws?
‘Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir men’s blood… Make big plans’
Best ways for man to love woman flow from how he lives every day