What It’s Like To Have Six Sisters

And One Brother

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My mom, the daughter of a first generation Italian NAVY sailor told me she always wanted a big family.

She said that’s just what people did in those days.

I went in the other direction and I had only one.

I have six sisters and one brother.

My sixth sister is by marriage, as is my brother.

I’m the oldest of the crew.

We are all very different.

My two closest sisters were born in the 70s and early 80s.

The others were born in the 90s. We shared homes in fleeting segments only; for me, it was when I was age 10 til about 11 or 12 and then again later at age 19 for a little while.

My two younger sisters and I had bedrooms that were connected in our house growing up.

We used to go back and forth between the closet, which was not sealed shut, but had doors in either room, creating a sort of secret passage way between bedrooms.

We shared beds a lot.

Often, shortly after lights out, we’d all convene in one bed and fall asleep like a band of kittens.