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.

Love & Hope — Episode 2:
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Real-life ‘ghost story’: The tale of a house that didn’t want me there
Search for ‘more’ can leave us craving what we haven’t found
Collective freak-out over tasteless shirt points to double standard
The more I see of death, the more determined I am to live life fully
What should we do if social media make us lonely, cause depression?
If you’re depressed about losing, libertarians are standing by to help
If you live by your principles, others won’t control your actions