My brother and I were encouraged to have a sibling rivalry so our parents could study how that felt for them when children. Vic was an only children and Rosemary had not brothers. I talked about forgiving my parents with my therapists. “How did that go?” “Why should I?” was my answer.
I have talked with my doctor about the literary abuse of children related to me by hired ghost writers who never knew my late sister, Christine Rosamond Benton. One lured my sixteen year old daughter, Heather Hanson, away from me so she and her stage mother could be in the rival biography. If we (my family) went by the reality outsiders put on our plate, then in the photograph above I am looking at Christine, suspiciously. Is she competing with me? Is she hiding herself, and her masterpieces in the closet, because our Mommy only wants me to be a famous artist?
“Who – me?!” I’m not rendering drawings of horses in the closet. Where did you get such a fantastic idea?”
The look I am giving my sisters, is saying;
“Look, Christine. I concede you are a better artist than I. Why don’t you take some of your work…
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