This is the June 2024 reflection of a recurring experience — a month spent each year in my sister’s presence. Previous versions exist in memory; this one is rendered in real time. Abstract (or Preamble)
On the last night, she said: “Same time next June?” I said: “Same time.” Spending a Month with My Sister -v.2024.06-
All memories cited are contested. Please consult the other witness. End of draft. This is the June 2024 reflection of a
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. Please consult the other witness
To my sister, for not pretending either. To the hydrangeas. To the burned garlic.