#TBT to 1958: My high-school-age mom in Silver Spring, Md., with her slightly older sister, Dianne, whom we lost last week at 84. It's a shame my aunt wasn't a bigger part of our lives. But knowing that my mom and her brother and sister grew up in such an unspeakably abusive setting, I always understood why the three of them kept their distance, the mere sight of each other just too painful to revisit. I hope you're at peace now, Aunt Dianne. A…
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