THE NEW MAMMOGRAM GUIDELINES are confounding, TSP’s Sister Marion says; she thinks we can agree on that. Ever since that government task force reported last November that most women don’t need mammograms in their 40s, that they should get one every two years starting at 50, that breast self-exams do no good, and that women shouldn’t be taught to do those exams, Marion has been dismayed as well as confused. But after developing some pain and tenderness, she scheduled a scan and, as if in response to all this unsteadying noise, a steadfast sisterhood was there to greet her. Read her story of the sisterhood of the breast.
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NOT ONLY DID MEG WAITE CLAYTON WRITE THE BOOK on sisterhood, she’s done it three times–two already published novels and the third just sent off to her editor. “The emotional turf I seem to go back to again and again is sisterhood in the friendship sense,” Meg, the author of the national bestseller The Wednesday Sisters, told TSP’s Sister Marion. Marion’s profile of Meg is here to enjoy.

I LOVE THIS SONG BY RICHARD THOMPSON, called “1952 Vincent Black Lightning” after the bike model, and every time I hear it, I think of my red-haired sister, Marion. I don’t even know if she knows the song (or Richard Thompson, or his ex-wife, Linda Thompson, or their son, Teddy Thompson, glorious musicians all). Do you, Marion? But as Richard’s cult hit says…Red hair and black leather, my favorite color scheme…(Get all the lyrics…)
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SISTER MARION WAS ON AMERICAN IDOL. Did you know? Did you catch her? No? Well, she recorded it for you. “I think you’ll be really proud of me, sisters,” she says. “It went really, really well, like this:”
AS SOMEONE WHO HAS PREVIOUSLY purchased Aristotle, you might like…” Thus began a recent email Sister Marion received from Amazon.com. She’s thinking of printing it out and pinning it to her dress to wear while she watches The Simpsons, the combo of the two influences really kind of summing her up. Or does it? She’s not sure. Who is she, again? (Singalong now: “Who are you? Who, who, who who?”) Shall Marion ask Google, or ? A hilarious case of sometimes-mistaken identity: Read all about it.
OUR SISTER MARION LIVES ON A GRID. She calls it The Grid. It’s a character in her family’s lives to some extent, and everyone who knows it makes fun of it, and she is good with that. Printed on a large white board, written in erasable dry marker, The Grid sits on Marion’s desk, in full view as she writes, mapping out the seven days of her week, incidentals to big chunks. It’s not her sister Margaret’s digital grid, but it’s Marion’s and it works. Want to know more?
WHEN PARIS PRESS PUBLISHED THE ANTHOLOGY ‘SISTERS’ recently, we were thrilled. What a collection of writings, from de Beauvoir to Ephron, all on our favorite (if sometimes overlooked) topic: sisters and sisterhood. Now TSP sisters Marion Roach Smith and Margaret Roach have been asked by the non-profit press to do readings from the book and from their own work—and you’re invited. It’s all free—as are four copies of the book we’ll give away here the next month. The scoop: [click to continue…]
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SOMETIMES MARION CAN BE SUBTLE. And while no particular incident of that comes to mind right now, she’s sure she occasionally is. Though never when teaching memoir writing, so she knows for certain that she was not a bit subtle in a recent class when she simply declared a total moratorium on the self-congratulatory. Let her explain.
MUCH LIKE A PARTY at her house, Sister Marion says, the party in her mouth only goes well when some forethought is given to who sits next to whom. Chocolate and peanut butter? She hates ‘em as a couple; loves ‘em alone, which is the same damn thing she frequently hears herself say about many of her friends. Marion offers some favorite odd-combo recipes, and then asks this: Got a food combo that rocks your ‘buds, or one you can’t abide? What’s going on in your sorority, sister?
REDHEADS IN THE KITCHEN could be what Milton had in mind when he coined the phrase “adding fuel to the flame,” says Sister Marion. Inviting a redhead into the kitchen certainly does add heat and color to the place, says Marion, who has rounded up her favorite cooks who share her flambe hair color. They’re all right here.
STOP FORWARDING HER EMAILS composed by some anonymous person about how much women love their sisters-friends, Marion says. If you want to tell a sister you love her, fill her heart with song. Send her the song that you shared, stomach down, ankles crossed, lying on her canopied bed while you wondered aloud if someone would ever ever ever love you, or the song you learned to teach one another your dance steps, or while you practiced making out against the mirror, or driving back to college. Or…(get Marion’s full list, and add yours).
EVERY ITEM OF CLOTHING IN OUR CLOSETS tells a personal story, memoir-writing Sister Marion says, and sometimes it’s not such a pretty one. Like the sequined top she bought nine years ago and has worn once. Come share your “what was I thinking?” impulse-purchase moments; don’t be shy, you’re among sisters.
OUR MARION BROKE THE RULES, she admits. In her defense, she must say that she did not break all of them–just one, though it was the most important of all 15 Rules for Us Girls to Live By. Driving the car, there she was screaming at herself for having forgotten something, calling herself stupid. And then she remembered: No sister would let her do that. Would you? A refresher course on rules for all of us.














