{"id":663,"date":"2014-11-03T12:12:33","date_gmt":"2014-11-03T17:12:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/?p=663"},"modified":"2014-11-03T12:42:44","modified_gmt":"2014-11-03T17:42:44","slug":"love-sister","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/love-sister\/","title":{"rendered":"Love Your Sister"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/SISTERS.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-664 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/SISTERS-1024x831.jpg\" alt=\"Love Your Sister, Robin Botie, photoshopper in Ithaca, New York, photographs her sisters' reflections.\" width=\"625\" height=\"507\" srcset=\"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/SISTERS-1024x831.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/SISTERS-300x244.jpg 300w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/SISTERS-768x623.jpg 768w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/SISTERS-624x507.jpg 624w, https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/SISTERS.jpg 1600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 625px) 100vw, 625px\" \/><\/a>\u201cI\u2019m your sister too.\u201d Those were the last words my sister Wendy said to me. Months ago.<\/p>\n<p>Then, this past Saturday evening, driving back from the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.marionroach.com\/hire\/memoir-lectures-and-workshops\" target=\"_blank\">Memoir Workshop<\/a> given by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.awaytogarden.com\" target=\"_blank\">Margaret<\/a> and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.marionroach.com\" target=\"_blank\">Marion Roach Smith<\/a>, I thought of my own sister. Not the one who\u2019s The Doctor in Massachusetts, who I always write about and photograph. No. The other one. Wendy, The Beautiful sister who lives in Florida. The one I, The Artist sister, got mad at and stopped talking to.<\/p>\n<p>At Saturday\u2019s workshop, I had sat between the two <a href=\"http:\/\/www.shewrites.com\/profile\/MarionRoach\" target=\"_blank\">Roach sisters<\/a> for hours with my head turning right and left like at a tennis match. Each sister easily bounced off and supported what the other said and together they fed the participants great information as well as a hearty lunch. How did they do that? I asked myself afterwards. And then I remembered Wendy.<\/p>\n<p>We only see each other once or twice a year during family reunions. So I was mad she cancelled out for this year. She\u2019s the sister who, when we get together, gets up early to walk with me before breakfast. And whenever we go shopping, whatever she tries on looks so good on her that I buy it for myself.<\/p>\n<p>She reads my blogs, follows me on Facebook, and has always \u201cbeen there\u201d for me. She dropped everything and flew to New York when my daughter died. But I have not \u201cbeen there\u201d for her.<\/p>\n<p>Ten years younger, she is the baby but I\u2019m the one who was never big enough to forgive her for drawing on my books with a red crayon when she was five years old. Maybe I still haven\u2019t forgiven her for all the attention she got when she was born.<\/p>\n<p>The thing is sisters should stick together. The stories I hear of families going for years without talking terrify me. I don\u2019t want to be like that. Life is too short.<br \/>\nSo I\u2019m sorry, Wendy. I will try to be a better sister. This one\u2019s for you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m your sister too.&rdquo; Those were the last words my sister Wendy said to me. Months ago. Then, this past Saturday evening, driving back from the Memoir Workshop given by Margaret and Marion Roach Smith, I thought of my own sister. Not the one who&rsquo;s The Doctor in Massachusetts, who I always write about and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[307,309,310,299,306,308,305,188,304,303],"class_list":["post-663","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1","tag-be-a-better-sister","tag-how-to-apologize-to-a-sister","tag-how-to-forgive","tag-life-is-short","tag-love-your-sister","tag-mad-at-my-sister","tag-memoir-workshop","tag-my-daughter-died","tag-sisters","tag-sisters-stick-together"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/663","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=663"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/663\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=663"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=663"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/robinbotie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=663"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}