1. The Dinner of Jabs
If there was a degree in the art of the passive-aggressive insult, my older sister, Claire, would hold a doctorate with honors.
She didn’t scream or throw tantrums. She was far too refined for that. Claire’s weapon of choice was a sweet, condescending smile paired with a comment designed to slip right under your ribs and twist before you even realized you were bleeding. For my entire life, I had been her preferred target. I was the quiet one, the bookish one, the sister who chose a modestly paying career in non-profit management over the cutthroat corporate ladder Claire had climbed so ruthlessly.
