My sister used to have a beautiful doll that had bright blue eyes, dark red lips and honey gold hair. One day, while playing in the attic, we found an old picture of a girl that looked exactly like my sister’s doll and on her lap sat a doll looking exactly like my sister.
“Wait – don’t jump!” Carly Ann yelled at her big brother who was ready and poised to plummet to (what he thought would be) his death from the window of his second-story bedroom. “Just give me a minute to get up there and I’ll push you off myself!”
It’s getting pretty ridiculous now, how much I think about you. I would tell myself what you always used to tell me — suck it up and shake it off — but then I’d just be thinking of you again, wouldn’t I?
For years my sister wrote letters from “Dr. Vagina” to the city councillors representing every town issue through the viewpoint of the effect on town vaginas.
The day the police arrived was the first time I ever saw my mother laugh so hard she cried.