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.

Do people change? Or do we just learn how to manage our faults?
Danger of Iran war getting stronger because of blindness, hypocrisy
Why are killing, maiming people elsewhere called moral, ‘legal’?
The egalitarian lie: Every group has leaders, even Occupy Wall Street
Nelson Mandela overcame anger at oppression to become a hero
In the old Ginger or Mary Ann debate, I wanted a third choice
Trip to Memory Lane reminds me some relationships deserve to die
Intolerance isn’t just an American thing; it’s common to all humans
I don’t regret my choices, but I do lament choices he refused to make