I grew up the daughter of an identical twin. Needless to
say, living with a twin wreaked havoc, in hilarious ways, for my sister, cousin,
and me. From the time we were small, none of us could tell out daddies apart.
We’d point and look at the others for confirmation, “Is that your daddy or
mine?” We finally figured out that although both had sandy-blond hair, my uncle
had a penny-sized patch of
Published on January 21, 2020 02:00