I’ve been looking back through some of my older posts.  I complain about my family a lot and yet, I love them all dearly.  It is hard to be around them because I always feel that I have to be on my best behavior– I’m not sure that I’m actually “Marcia” around anyone but my sister, Nancy.  She and I, although you wouldn’t have known it 30 years ago, get along the best now.  Funny how things change.