Write Through Doors

In this 1957 cousins photo, I'm on the far left, she's on the far right, our older brothers are in between

An essay about rekindling family connections

Finding Judy

Judy’s hair is straight and black and she lives in San Francisco.   Mine is curly and brown and I live in Ann Arbor. We grew up together in Philadelphia in the ’60s.

As a child, I was a tall geeky tomboy who coveted her brother’s worn leather baseball glove and loved walking three city blocks to the library.  In comparison, Judy always seemed perfectly dressed and remote, like the popular girls who sit together at school.

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