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sibling rivalry

On The Phone with (Mr.) T

by Anastasia on June 5, 2009

tevathedriverEVERY SO OFTEN I have a phone conversation with my older brother T that makes me wonder if I was abducted by an alien family in my sleep. I’ve shared my version of these such phone calls twice now (the last one is here), but this time I’d like to portray my occasional lame attempts to prank call the infamous prank caller. [click to continue…]

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On the Phone with T (Round 2)

by Anastasia on April 30, 2009

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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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img_2809LAST 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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Rules to Live by, Sisterhood Style

by Anastasia on March 2, 2009

The Sister Project is beginning to write down its rules for sisterhood. Mine follow; Paige and Marion have some, too. We hope you’ll add to the list.

rulesforsisterhoodM Y RULES FOR sisterhood are split in two categories, because I see my role as sister to a brother as being quite different from my role as sister to my friends.

Rules for being a sister to a brother:

1.    Maintain a list (mental or otherwise) of offenses that happened long ago that you can use in your favor at a later date. [click to continue…]

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Reversion to…er, Childhood

by Anastasia on February 3, 2009

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The man is ready to pounce! Let's hope I survive his wrath when he sees that I put this photo on the internet.

I N THE PAST WEEK, I have pinched my brother T, wrestled him to the ground, pulled his hair, given him a “wet-willy,” and told him that he will never have a girlfriend again. (I’m coming clean because TSP is the place to do so.) I won’t even begin the laundry list of his offenses against me, but I’m sure you get the picture. Since my father, T’s former roommate, joined the Peace Corps last fall, at the sprightly young age of 61, T has been spending an increasing amount of time here at my mother’s house (the house where we grew up). [click to continue…]

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