1.0Love, Joy, Feminismhttps://www.patheos.com/blogs/lovejoyfeminismLibby Annehttps://www.patheos.com/blogs/lovejoyfeminism/author/libbyMy Sister, Joy---and Merich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="x6iamIicxx"><a href="https://www.patheos.com/blogs/lovejoyfeminism/2014/04/my-sister-joy-and-me.html">My Sister, Joy—and Me</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.patheos.com/blogs/lovejoyfeminism/2014/04/my-sister-joy-and-me.html/embed#?secret=x6iamIicxx" width="600" height="338" title="“My Sister, Joy—and Me” — Love, Joy, Feminism" data-secret="x6iamIicxx" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript">
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Regular readers are often curious about my younger siblings. Half of my siblings have come of age and left the nest, and the other half of them are still at home. Those who are grown have chosen a variety of different paths. Sometimes I've pitched in and helped a sibling out with leaving or getting started on their own, but the process has generally been fairly smooth. But I want to take a moment to focus on one sister in particular---Joy.