Marion Roach Smith’s alternate sisterly reality, with Margaret Roach.
Me, on the swim team, before I knew the 15 Rules.
I BROKE THE RULES. In my defense, I must say that I did not break all of them–just one, though it was the most important of them all. Driving the car, there I was screaming at myself for having forgotten something, asking myself how I could ever be so stupid. And then I remembered: No sister would let me do that. Would you?
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The Sister Project is starting to write down its rules for sisterhood. Mine follow; Paige and Anastasia have some, too. We hope you’ll add to the list.
W HEN OUR DAUGHTER was very young, we made up a game to play with her. Giving little thought to it and coming out of a long, hot car ride, it was designed with as much depth as a wading pool, meant to be something merely to cool us off at the moment. Not attempting to limn some psychological line here, instead, like most parents, we were merely trying to survive until the next rest stop. But the game tricked us.
“Are you a tree or a bush?” someone would ask someone else. “Are you a river or an ocean?” And the person would answer and then think up one to ask someone else. Sometimes this led to great delightful conversations with a 4-year-old, about who and what we really are. [click to continue…]
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FRIEND SLOANE TANEN made Marion a chick shrink. Click to learn why.
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