You can’t pick your family

Lent Day 33

My sister and I grew apart during high school. She was more of a renegade. I was a dyed-in-the-wool conservative and didn’t cause any trouble. I was the one my friends’ parents wanted to have a conversation.

When I grew older, I shed my Republican ways, became a late bloomer, and could have as much fun as the rest of my wild and crazy pals in grad school and out in the world with…