June 2024
A month is an odd unit of time for sibling visitation. Too long for a vacation, too short for a cohabitation experiment. But a month, I’ve learned, is exactly long enough for the masks to slip — first the social ones, then the defensive ones, and finally, the ones we didn’t know we were wearing. Spending a Month with My Sister -v.2024.06-
This version of “Spending a Month with My Sister” is not better or worse than previous years. It is simply more honest. At 34 and 38 (or whatever our ages are now — the specific numbers matter less than the gap), we have stopped performing sisterhood for an imagined audience. We are just two people who share 40% of the same DNA and 80% of the same fears. June 2024 A month is an odd unit
To my sister, for not pretending either. To the hydrangeas. To the burned garlic. This version of “Spending a Month with My
On the last night, she said: “Same time next June?” I said: “Same time.”