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.

Without the state, who would plow roads? We and our neighbors will
Too many voices with little to say: Politics matters less and less to me
Need for certainty is an internal tyranny that leads to the wrong path
Goodbye, Dagny (2004-2019)
We fill life with noise because silence forces us to hear truth
Without community, we no longer know each other, in life or death
Until we experience awakening, we’re blind to truth in our hearts