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.

FRIDAY FUNNIES
In an age when lies are expected, integrity matters more than ever
Photo assignment in dimly lit gym kickstarted my love for basketball
Does your life feel wasted so far? Maybe your best is yet to come
My drive to be perfect led to lack of compassion for self and others
Politicians have no right dictating the menu of your kid’s Happy Meal
Childhood programming trains us to wait for authority’s permission
As our heroes grow old and die, it’s a reminder of our mortality
Nightmarish dreams mean dead can continue to play mind games