Anastasia Smith: 24, sisterless and searching.
From the category archives:
AS WE ROUND THE SIX-MONTH bend here on TSP, I’ve been reflecting on all the fantastic people that I met along the way, starting (of course) with all you lovely readers. Additionally, there have been many talented minds that lent a hand to Claiming Sisterhood during its infancy. Do you remember… [click to continue…]
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UM, NEWSFLASH: T HAS BASICALLY STOPPED visiting The Sister Project. Didn’t you like it better when he left clever comments around, like here and here? I’m not sure what could be more important than getting the sisterhood dish and reading up on gossip about his own life, but I suspect his absence has something to do with the following items: stocks, light beer, breasts, and the Celtics. Booooooo. Come back to us, T Money. Come back.
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They don't call him "Flex A Lot" for nothing.
WHAT ARE THE REAL SOUNDS OF SIBLING LOVE? I gave one example a few weeks ago, with my own interpretation of my brother’s frequent phone calls portraying his favorite characters. What follows is round two: [click to continue…]
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LAST WEEK I INVITED MY DEAR brother over for dinner so that we could cook and then eat vegetable fritters together. They happen to be one of our favorite foods that we grew up eating (which I previously mentioned in contrast to the kinds of things my mother grew up eating, namely tripe) and I thought it would a nice way to take some sweet brother-sister bonding photos for the blog to post alongside a recipe. But, apparently I thought “nice” way too soon. [click to continue…]
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In Nevis, listening for the ocean in Conch shells.
FOR ABOUT A DECADE, every year around Easter my family packed up our rice cakes and organic boxed lentils and left the house in the wee hours of the morning for the Caribbean. We didn’t ever go to Disney World (much to my and T’s disappointment) or other family resorts. Instead we found ourselves on deserted beaches, tucked away in the corners of tiny islands. In hindsight I see these trips as complete paradise. I’ll readily admit, however, that T and I didn’t always appreciate the isolation at the time. [click to continue…]
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I LOVE THIS SONG, not only because the lyrics make such a strong connection between home (or place in general) and our sibling relationships, but also because the line “My brother knows where the best bars are” can sum up about six years of my relationship with T. And this video comes just at the right time, because today is Emmylou Harris’s birthday. (She’s performing a Lucinda Williams song here.)
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1970s Polaroid of my mother (back) with my grandmother and my aunt.
MY FAMILY’S STORY OF FOOD is partly the story of our evolution, of our identities unraveling into who we are today. As a third-generation American, I can barely pronounce gnocchi, let alone make it. And while that seems almost tragic to me, that’s the way my Italian grandmother and great grandmother would have wanted it—their offspring bearing the regional accents of New England and not of Asti. (My great grandmother, Nanny, actually used to pronounce that pasta dish “gnoch” in an effort to sound less Italian.) [click to continue…]
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MY VERSION OF THE KINDS of phone calls I frequently have with my adult brother (and this sort of thing has been known to happen multiple times a day, mind you): [click to continue…]
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MARTHA AND RUFUS WAINWRIGHT are quite possibly my favorite brother-sister musical team. I once had the pleasure of seeing them perform together live, and the experience brought me back to the days when T and I would beat on upturned yogurt containers with sticks whilst singing The Little Drummer Boy. But unlike the Wainwrights, yogurt containers and sticks are actually the extent of my and T’s musical talents.
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I HAD A MOBILE of paper cranes like this, and loved it.
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