My girl has a brother, a relationship I’ve never known. .Me? I’ve got sisters, and a boatload of 'em to boot. .
. The six of us were born over eight years. Mnnnn hmmmm. Mom andDad kept trying and trying and trying and trying and trying until they got a good one. Then they sat back and saw that it was good. Or they sat back and said “holy shit, what have we done?!” .We sisters live all over the country, from Manhatten to Chicago to New London to Asheville to San Diego to Des Plains. But we are in constant contact, we probably average about 10 e-mails per day, sometimes shockingly more. We write about our daily lives, news, politics, sports, plans, ups, and downs. . When we do get together, it is good. . .. Sure, there is drama – they can’t all be perfect like me. But we all really like each other and everyone is hilarious and smart and articulate and it’s just a good bunch of women to surround yourself with. . We sisters are always really sad and distant when we get together
hey wait a minute, I'm not even in this one! enough of this trying to represent everyone. I just need more photo ops with Ann and Julie and Jane. Or I need to quit my job and blog full time so I can spend my days searching for and scanning photos that equally represent my peeps. Who's hiring for that? I'm totally in..
I wish I had a sister who lived close enough to grab dinner with, or dump my kids with, or sit on the beach with. But the absence probably makes my heart grow fonder, because I am very very fond. Oh, I’m fond.
. Thankfully, though I don’t always have my sisters with me, I do have my sistahs with me. . I go waaaay back with my sistahs Beth and Aline. It was so great to rekindle the fun last weekend
I like my sistah Beth so much I sometimes sleep with her .
Is this photo less scary when it's teeny?.
. I like my sistah Aline so much I sometimes dress up in Captain Morgan swag and strike poses at the racetrack with her .
My baypark sistahs are fun, we all met when our kids were in Kindergarten together and we would get together for totally innocent playdates. Then we realized that we have more in common than children, like a penchant for Denny's at 2am. . Here are my foxy sistahs Missy and Mary (hi Missy! hi Mary!) .
Here's my sistah Autumn Sunshine, we're being very grown up and normal (and foxy) here .
. Here, this is more like it . why am I even allowed out of the house? see how some sistahs know how to make a silly face and still look cute, while I go for aerosmith tongue and the crazy eyes.
My girl doesn't have any sisters, and (God willing), she never will. But she's got sistahs aplenty.
But I don't know, maybe there's something to be said for having a brother
Don't even get me started on my brothahs. That's a whole other post.
Do you have sisters? brothers? sistahs? brothahs? I love your stories almost as much as I love pasting my goofy-ass face all over the place. Tell.
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - Middlemarch, George Eliot. Finally
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz