I would like to be able to tell you that this is something I’ve overcome, but it isn’t. Even as an adult I find myself using it as an excuse not to speak up (no one will listen to me), to aspire (I should be home with my family), to start things (someone else could do it better).
My brother is eighteen months older than I am. He was my best friend for many years, my playmate and my confident. We were homeschooled, and there were no other children in our immediate neighborhood, so we did everything together. When I was eight we moved “into town,” a little Mayberry neighborhood with families and […]