My sister and I write a blog together about our childhood called 107 Federal Street (our childhood home address).
It’s my underhanded way of mining my sister for stories about our childhood that I can one day use for a memoir.
We also hope to create something that our children will enjoy reading someday.
Kelli’s been in transition for the last few months and without a computer, but she’s up and running again and we’re writing.
My sister, who has the memory of a robotic elephant, writes on a topic first. Then I respond with my own post.
Over the weekend we posted twice to the blog.
The first is my post about our food Nazi parents (in response to Kelli’s previous post on the same subject).
The second is Kelli’s post about adventures at our bus stop.
In addition to our blog, I’m trying to convince her to write a memoir. The last twenty years have been an interesting time for her (to say the least), and she’s a good writer.
She must get it from me.
