Paige Smith Orloff invents sisterhood from scratch.
From the category archives:
THIS TIME LAST year, the “25 Things” meme was ricocheting around the net, and we Sister Project sisters decided to have a go at our own lists. I decided to take a second look at mine, to see if it’s true that the more things change, the more they stay the same. Read on to learn at least 25 things, possibly a few more, about me. [click to continue…]
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IHAD TO BREAK the news to my mother last night. A huge player in our shared history was gone. Her face went white, and she looked like she might cry. As we sat down to dinner (a dish I re-christened Cold Comfort Chicken Potpie) she looked down. “I just can’t believe it’s gone.” She was talking, of course, about Gourmet magazine. [click to continue…]
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MY INTENTIONS WERE pure, I swear. My mother is one of the two best pie makers I have ever known. Ruth Reichl is the other one, so Mom is in plenty fancy foodie company. (I’m not picking favorites here. That would be stupid, and probably reduce the amount of world’s-two-best-pies in my future.) Since Ruth was in Brazil, and therefore not available for stalking for pie tips (and I suspect she’s more likely to put them on her own site, anyway) I turned to Mom. “I have a great idea!” I began. She looked suspicious. My “great ideas” and “suggestions” can be as annoying to her as hers are to me. “I want to film you making pie, and put it up on The Sister Project this week!” Her face seemed to pale, and the corners of her mouth plummeted. [click to continue…]
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KIDS FIGHT, RIGHT? This is not news. Not to those of you who grew up with siblings, anyway. As an only child, I think I believed that incessant sibling squabbling was like one of those subjects exaggerated by the media, say, anyone’s interest in the Brangelina brood: something real, to be sure, but perhaps not quite as culturally pervasive as the folks at Us magazine would like us all to believe. [click to continue…]
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This is what an $88 bra looks like.
I DON’T REALLY REMEMBER shopping for my first bra; I’m sure I was with my mother, who insists that I remember everything. (See Mom? I don’t. Some things are better blocked right out.) [click to continue…]
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This is not my tattoo, Mom.
MOTHER’S DAY, A manufactured holiday that can sometimes be second only to Valentine’s Day in overpromising and underdelivering, is mercifully over, once again. This year, mine was exactly right: We went out for a nice lunch with my mom, and some good friends, and the kids mostly behaved, and my other mom friend and I toasted each other with something called a “health margarita,” so named because (in addition to the requisite tequila) it included grapefruit juice. [click to continue…]
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IHAVE A SECRET to share. I was not always an only child. Once upon a time, I had a Baby Brother. I’m pretty sure I hated him. [click to continue…]
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from "The Betty Betz Teen-Age Cookbook" (Henry Holt, 1953)
IT SEEMS THAT in every ancient recipe box or ladies’ auxilary-style sisterly cookbook I find, there’s a recipe (or several) for tuna casserole. I didn’t grow up eating it, though I do remember having it once at a friend’s house. Unlike my mother, who taught herself to cook by following along with Julia Child and seemed a bit suspicious of convenience-food casseroles, my friend’s mom, Mrs. Marsh, swore that she couldn’t cook anything without a can of Campbell’s Cream of Mushroom soup. Hmmm… [click to continue…]
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JUST THE OTHER morning, sipping my green tea and surfing The Sister Project, I was transported in a flash to a backyard I haven’t visited in nearly 40 years. It’s all Marion’s fault.
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I AM CONSTANTLY [choose one: bemused/ amused/ frustrated/ mystified] by the dynamics between my son, known around here as the River, and my daughter, aka the Rock. That mystery, or my sense that there must be one, only intensifies when I try to understand that most unique sibling relationship, that of twins (or, for that matter other multiples–say, how about those California octuplets?) [click to continue…]
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THIS SAYS IT ALL ABOUT ME: Art by joeforte.com, husband of a friend.
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