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    Why Bother Waiting? The summer I graduated from high school, 1976, I visited my sister Beth and her husband, Rolf, who lived in Salt Lake City. Rolf, who owned more than one 35mm camera plus every accessory, introduced me to looking at life through the viewfinder of a camera. Narrowing my vision down…

Why Bother Relating With the In-Laws? The first time I met Les and Berniece, my future in-laws, Luke, whom I’d eventually marry, hadn’t yet proposed to me. Like so many others of that era, the 1970s, we simply cohabitated.  We’d driven my Volkswagen bug from Idaho to Colorado, camping along the way and  bathed in…

                                Why Bother with Womanhood? For the longest time I wanted to be just like my older brother, Bruce. From my perspective, it looked like boys had more fun and freedom than girls. They whooped, hollered, and wrestled without a…

    Why bother getting along? After a girlhood spat with one of my sisters, my mother once told me, “If you can’t learn to get along with your own brothers and sisters, you’ll never get along with anybody else.”  But it made more sense to my pubescent mind that the offender apologize rather than…