I always wanted a sister. It wasn’t just that I was a lonely only child. There seemed something magical about having someone that lived in your house, knew all your secrets, and shared your parents. But more than that,

I was fascinated by there being a person on this earth that you could call, “My Sister.” It rolled off other kids’ tongues so naturally: “My sister had a birthday yesterday,” or read more…

Susannah reached into the laundry basket and pulled out the navy blue bra – the one she had been wearing for the last three days – and thought of Catherine. Catherine was the brilliant but emotionally fragile protagonist in the play, “Proof” by author/playwright David Auburn. Susannah had gone to see it the night before. It was the first production put on by the fledgling theatre company founded by her dear friend, Gayle, read more…

It had started as a joke. She had never been a fan of naming one’s house. It struck her as contrived, too cute, even nerdy. Driving along the shore, they’d see houses proudly displaying their gilded signs: Shifting Sands, Ebbing Tides, Setting Sun.

But the house they bought on the Cape – the only one they could remotely afford – seemed to call out to be branded. As if to say, “Here I am.” read more…