There’s a certain kind of talk that takes place when you’re lying, dazed, in the sun, and I’ve always been partial to it.
David Sedaris wrote a touching essay in the New Yorker about his family in light of one of his sister’s recent suicide.
Ours is the only club I’d ever wanted to be a member of, so I couldn’t imagine quitting.
Afterwards, if you liked it, he wrote A Perfect Summer 10 years ago about their trips to the beach.
And also, an article from the Boston Globe from 2004 about Tiffany.
It’s an interesting look at a family, and the experiences that bind you. But also that two people can experience similar things in totally different ways.