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.

The Alien Observer: The Outrage Machine is destroying us all
Double standards seem like the only standards most politicians know
My need to make others perfect reflects my fear I’m not in control
Barack Obama’s effort to imitate FDR’s ’36 campaign full of danger
We rarely have wisdom we need ’til it’s too late to avoid mistakes
The best romantic relationships end up becoming mutual rescue
Chance encounter with woman leaves me grateful for my health
Heart that truly loves is a servant for another’s happiness and peace
Friend’s happy family and career remind me how good life can be