Neither of my parents had a sister — just brothers. Ill-prepared, my parents had four, close-in-age girls. As they struggled to navigate the tensions of sisterhood among us, with no model of sisterhood to fall back on, they were often at a loss. When my sisters and I were in our teens, the combination of hormones, puberty, and periods knocked sister relations to a new low with slamming doors, accusations of clothes-stealing, and snide comments about pimples and dates. My sisterless, convert mother would occasionally say in a sort of bemused tone, “They say the best polygamous relationships were when […]
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