From the archives
I was on the phone today with my sisters. I love them very much, even as our lives are in such different spaces. How did we grow up in the same house, with the same parents and turn out so differently?
Both of my sisters are married, one has 3 kids and the other has 4. I miss out on a lot of the bonding over children, husbands and life at home. My sisters share recipes and ideas. Most of mine seem to be impractical. I don’t know what it’s like to have kids and a husband who need me all of the time. I don’t know what it’s like to have to have dinner on the table every night for my family.
This didn’t seem to be a big issue for me, until this year.
I’ve watched as my sisters have become much more close and I’ve felt on…
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