Brother and Sister | Angela Benander
I threatened to murder my brother once. It was a hot summer day in his room, which was at the top of the stairs, littered with dirty clothes and He-Man action figures. It was 1986. I was ten years old. Carl Eric was about to turn seven. In his fingers, he had a tangle of my chest-length dirty blond hair and was yanking, hard. This was his preferred maneuver in our many physical fights. I know what you’re thinking, who […]
