There was a series of four photos that hung on my parents’ wall when I was growing up, all taken on one day, Easter morning, when I was about 5 years old. They showed my sister and me in our brand-new Easter dresses, posing with two friends, a sister and brother who lived up the road from us–the girl my sister’s age and the boy mine. I remember one picture of all four of us, and I think there was one of just my sister and me; I don’t remember the details of the other two. Continue reading →