My sister is getting married in just a few days. This is my older sister, by all of 13 months. Completing the Schwartz sister “triangle” is our much-adored little sister Sally, who was born when we were teenagers. Julie and I were raised kind of like twins, which probably did her more of a disservice than me. We were often clumped together as if we were the same age. To be honest, I don’t think I made it easy on my folks to separate us much. Where she was, I wanted to go and what she did, I tended to follow suit. She did ballet, I did ballet (horribly, by the way). She turned out for gymnastics, I did gymnastics (also rather awfully). She ran track and field, and thus, I did too (I had more success with this one) and so on. Julie had all the qualities I longed for—wit, grace, blonde hair—just to name a few. I, on the other hand, was clumsy, ordinary looking and oh-so uncomfortable being me. We shared an interest in drawing and a serious obsession with fashion magazines, poring over them and then trying to replicate the clothing and even the ads. We played “restaurant,” creating elaborate menus and serving each other bizarre but creative treats made with whatever we could find in the pantry or fridge. Of course it wasn’t all sweetness and light between us. We had wicked fights over clothes…and let’s not forget the time our parents took us jogging at a campus running track and left me there. When it was time to leave, Julie innocently told mom and dad that I was hiding under a blanket in the back of our station wagon and off they went…only to realize their mistake once they pulled into the driveway. Good one, Julie! But these times were fairly rare. We played “Princess and Prince” (my shorter hair usually relegated me to being the Prince), and Barbies. We named the two that most resembled us “Carol” and “Cathy” and had them act out the young adult single life we hoped to one day assume. They lived in a fabulous condo, had cushy jobs that they barely showed up for (I vaguely recall that one of us was a flight attendant) and occasionally had a brief date with Ken, though not surprisingly, our Ken doll was not all that manly. In my girlish naiveté, I honestly thought that one day, she and I might really live like this. But alas—reality always has the last say. Julie ended up spending the majority of her 20s and 30s in Missoula, MT. where she actually did build a “fabulous” career for herself, working various positions before getting into alumni relations for the University of Montana. I visited there from time to time—once for several months after a particularly traumatic break-up. Since then, Julie has been promoted several times and now does alumni relations for Oregon State University in Corvallis. She is by all accounts, a success.