The Memoirist
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The Memoirist

The Withering Glance

Behind her signature expression was a sister I hardly knew

My sister Carol standing in front of a snow dappled Christmas tree, wearing a wool coat and a red scarf.
Photo by the author.

Years before the Internet and Twitter, my sister had a look that was the 1970s version of the hashtag #srsly: “Really?” it said to me. “You really need to take my picture now?” I called it the withering glance.

Carol would have turned 71 this month. She died of a heart attack just before her 43rd…



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