My daughter is failing to follow in her father’s footsteps, and I am both thrilled and mystified.

I think back on the terrible way that I treated my sister through much of our childhood – and especially when she was very little – and then I see a picture like this, drawn by my daughter, and I can’t help but wonder:

What is she thinking?

As a parent, I’m thrilled beyond measure that Clara loves her brother so much. But as an eldest sibling, I can’t imagine why my little girl doesn’t see the joy in torturing her younger sibling as I did so often when I was her age.

107 Federal Street back in business

My sister and I write a blog together about our childhood called 107 Federal Street (our childhood home address).

It’s my underhanded way of mining my sister for stories about our childhood that I can one day use for a memoir.

We also hope to create something that our children will enjoy reading someday.

Kelli’s been in transition for the last few months and without a computer, but she’s up and running again and we’re writing.

My sister, who has the memory of a robotic elephant, writes on a topic first. Then I respond with my own post.

Over the weekend we posted twice to the blog.

The first  is my post about our food Nazi parents (in response to Kelli’s previous post on the same subject).

The second is Kelli’s post about adventures at our bus stop.

In addition to our blog, I’m trying to convince her to write a memoir. The last twenty years have been an interesting time for her (to say the least), and she’s a good writer.

She must get it from me.