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.

Beauty is everywhere around us, when our eyes are open to see it
Just give us fake, happy smiles; who wants to hear your feelings?
Taking Donald Trump seriously means ‘Idiocracy’ is already here
How much can human heart take when inner winter lasts forever?
Shallow thinking and arrogance led to ruin of once-great society
Zombie statists: ‘But if there’s no government, who’ll build roads?!’
If majority rule is such a great idea, why don’t we vote on toothpaste?