We sisters are genetically predisposed to be carbon copies of our mother in a very specific way: we come up with a never ending stream of options for every possible situation. Some say it’s a gift; others, a curse. To us, it’s just who we are.
the mother [write about yourself]
the generalist From a young age, I was that bossy child who told her siblings which game we were to play with which stuffed animals and who was to play what character. I also would nightly rearrange my closet. And willingly volunteer to dust and vacuum the main floor. I declared at some point that my room should be black and white with a soccer ball border; when denied, it became a hideous shade of electric teal. As I grew older, I became my mother’s around-the-house project slave – be it painting, tiling a bathroom floor, stripping wallpaper, planting flower beds, or making dinner. I feel like I received my Martha education, thanks to her. Now I am a creative type trapped in an uncreative field (except when given the opportunity to create magnificent PowerPoint presentations), and find my outlet in the stacks of decorating magazines on my coffee table and nightly poring through of design blogs. I drive my husband crazy and never surprise my friends with an endless stream of, “Welllll, you could do _____. OR, well, maybe you could do _____.”
the actress [write about yourself]
