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Conversation | 05/13/2008 8:46 am

Marie Brenner's Advice for Estranged Siblings: Make the Call, Get on a Plane, Just Go

LESLEY: Wow! That’s so interesting, and telling. I guess we never leave that relationship behind. But if we’re lucky, we get past the rivalry part. You were the younger sister, the interloper. But Carl never outgrew the competition.

MARIE: But he did. That was what the last years were about. We fought and fought and then, something happened. I went to visit him in his world. It was glorious. I’d never imagined how great it was and is. The apple country of America. Have you ever been? My brother, Johnny Appleseed. I worked with him in the orchards and learned about the apple. That caused him to relax — somewhat. Anyway, it gave us something new to talk about. I learned something huge: to try to see him as he was. And I realized I loved who he was — however maddening he could be. He might say a version of this too. We were finally able to be a brother and sister, not two only children in the same family.

LESLEY: Just for the record, I knew Carl Brenner, and like and admired him. And was surprised by many things you had to say about him in the book. But mostly I was blown over by your honesty. I know you didn’t write this as a self-help book, but I think it can help someone who wants to reconcile with their sister or brother. Because what you’ve done is say: part of this is MY FAULT. You show that we have to turn inward and realize that we’re part of what’s perpetuating the bad blood.

There are times you make yourself look bad when you write about your own mean, little digs at Carl that kept the fire flaming.

MARIE: That was the hardest part. It nearly did me in. I had to hold the mirror up to myself. Not easy. I couldn’t run away from the facts: I was responsible for so much of what happened between us. I worried a lot about that. That got me nowhere. Only I had the power to change the relationship. I really really wanted and needed to do that. For me. Guess what? So did he.

The brother sister swamp had us both bogged down. It was a big hole in both our lives. Both of us wanted to change it. We were stuck in a lifetime of role playing. Getting unstuck was almost impossible. We finally did it. And it was huge. We became a team.

LESLEY: I know a woman in her 80s, a friend of my mother’s, who hadn’t talked to her sister in decades. She assumed if she called her, the sister would slam down the phone. But the ache of the lost years pulled so tight, this woman finally picked up the phone … and of course the sister, also in her 80s, was thrilled. And they’ve become friends. If you were to talk directly to someone who gets to be 40 or 50 or more, and still hasn’t resolved the issues with their sister or brother, what would you tell them to do?

MARIE: Make the call. Get on a plane. Don’t ask for permission. Just go. Nothing changes unless you stop asking permission. There’s an expression that people use: I wish, I will.

It’s not easy. There is a word I like to use: abundance. You have to hang in — sometimes in a flak jacket. Hang in there. It’s worth it. No one could have been more furious and shut down than my brother. I was convinced that he thought of me as the human flaw. But underneath all that anger and drama was something else: yearning. We are all so needy. He was. I was. I never thought I could write or talk about this.

LESLEY: The book is so many things. It’s a real drama, a great family saga. It’s one of the best written books, close to poetry. And it’s a fly-on-the-wall psychotherapy session. I’m not going to tell what happens in the end of the book, but I will say that you and Carl do come to a warm reconciliation. I guess my final question is: How much did that healing change you?

MARIE: I’m not sure if I can answer that. I do know that I feel differently — less certain — about a lot of things. I don’t need to understand everything. I’m just trying to let life be what it is. I know changing my relationship with my brother has a big role in this. To give up years of a perception that my brother was like this or like that … what a relief. I was so lucky that he let me in — that I began to see how much I learned from him. Gurus come in unlikely disguises. Now I think about advice he gave me almost every day. He said something that I carry with me: Go forward. He was determined never to waste a moment in his life. To see his life as a series of possibilities — new apples to breed. He said, any day that you get up and are not told to get your affairs in order is a great day. He was right about that too. We were different and that was okay. All of this has been a total astonishment. I learned that I was in awe of my older brother.

LESLEY: Thank you Marie. The book is Apples and Oranges. It is magnificent.


93 Reader Comments (so far…) Sign In or Register to comment

J B
As someone who was raised apart from my half brothers, they were much older, raised by my Mother. I was raised by my Father in very different, privileged circumstances. They never forgave me for it. As if I had any control over what direction my life took at the age of eight. Over the years, their resentment continued to build. Any accomplishment of mine was virtually erased by their “Princess” tirades. After trying to bridge the gap between us, I finally gave up. I was the only one working on the bridge, and I got tired. I created new “brothers”. I have two male friends who have been better brothers than my actual flesh and blood could ever hope to be. I have moved on. My half brothers live on the west coast, I live in the south. When I travel back there in August, I will not see my “family”. Instead, I will spend six days driving the glorious California coast with one of my friends, my oldest friend, who has become the kind of brother a sister can only hope for. He stood beside me when I married my husband, he is a role model for my sons. Sometimes you have to create the family you need. I would never dream of trying to mend fences with my half brothers. They don’t deserve one minute of life’s precious time.
By J B on 05/13/2008 9:21 am
Chrome Toe
When I met my husband he hadn’t spoken to his older brother in a decade. I had been raised with no siblings in site by a single mom who moved every six months to a year. all i’d ever wanted was a house filled with family. So I couldn’t believe he had a brother he didn’t talk to. I kept asking “why?” saying “I don’t get it” … “you mean that’s all that the problem was”? One day about a year into our relationship he ran into his brother in an airport. he called him the next day. Now… 7 years later he’s one of our best friends. we travel together, we e mail almost every day. it’s amazing. the two of them barely remember what the problem was.
By Chrome Toe on 05/13/2008 9:23 am
Chrome Toe
oh ya.. and here’s a weird little side note. The first time we all got together after this big distance of more than a decade. I couldn’t believe the similarites between the brothers! They have the same odd little quirks. Both of them eat candy like there’s no tomorrow. the same exact kinds. they keep licorice in their night stands. And they travel with it in their carry on bags! My husband at the time had a fetish for burgundy shirts and sweaters. His brothers closet looked exactly like his only in blue! All blue shirts instead of burgundy. They each hate peripheral noise. Neither of them will eat a vegetable. just funny stuff.
By Chrome Toe on 05/13/2008 9:27 am
Linda Clark
I’m part of a shared family. I was born into a family with an older sister and brother. When my mother remarried, her new husband came with a son from his previous marriage. He “is” my little brother. This relationship has been a huge source of tension within my family for many years. After the last falling-out between my little brother and another family member; I have felt as though I’m in the middle. My little brother and his family moved back to Texas after retiring from the USMC. We visit quite frequently over the phone and we both have traveled to see each other; he lives about three hours away. It is absolutely great to have them living close enough to do so. The most recent difficulty has been that when my sister came to visit from out of state. I was asked by her and others in my family to not say anything about their trip to my little brother. They didn’t want him to “show up” while they were visiting with me. I was polite, saying that I understood and would respect their wishes. I pick my battles wisely. Needless to say, it took the wind out of my sails. I will continue to have my relationship with my little brother forever. I just won’t discard him out of my life because others believe him to be an outsider. He has no clue as to the identity of his biological mother. He and I were both distant from my mom in the early years. We both made life choices due to the circumstatnces of our upbringing. I believe it is those choices that have reaffirmed our bond. I am Aunt Linda to his children and I am honored to be as such. My son has always known my little brother as Uncle. He makes no distinction between either of his uncles, which makes me proud!
By Linda Clark on 05/13/2008 9:56 am
Rachel B
I’m in the camp of those who create their own families. I have a brother who is a mean, vindictive sociopath. His life is all about him, what he wants and how he can con somebody to get it. Nobody else matters. He’s one of the ones this quip was made for: "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." I stopped turning the other cheek for him a long time ago for my own sanity.
By Rachel B on 05/13/2008 9:59 am
P R
One of the best pieces of advice I’ve ever heard is that you can’t wait to “feel” like you want to forgive someone to forgive him or her. Forgiving someone who has wronged you releases you from the hold that transgression has over you. It has very little to do with that person. In fact, I teach my son that he needs to pray for those who wrong him, for example the notorious bully at school who has had at him from time to time. And that doesn’t mean the bully will be rewarded through my son’s prayers with a new Lego or toy race car. He may be rewarded with a revelation about his behavior; my son can be the one to open the door into his life for good to happen for him on a spiritual and personal level. I have had people in my life who it’s been very hard to forgive. But, knowing that forgiving is a “choice” to be made, not a “feeling” to follow is key, and that making the choice to forgive fosters my healing.
By P R on 05/13/2008 10:05 am
Deni G
I wonder, watching Hillary and Obama as they battle each other, whether they are trying to cope with their own sibling issues. Are there icebergs here?” I disagree with these comparisons. You see your own sibling rivalry in the candidates. Judy Bachrach sees her romantic entanglements in Hillary. The way we view and talk about about the candidates, the way we pontificate on what they are thinking, and the measure of their souls, speaks more to who we are, than who they are.
By Deni G on 05/13/2008 10:12 am
Frannie Em
Deni -10:12 - you have really found your voice. You are hot today.
By Frannie Em on 05/13/2008 11:40 pm
Star Lawrence
I lived apart from my three sibs (two brothers and a sister) for 35 years then moved to the town where sis lived to help take care of Mom. Before I left, I was in a bar and a friend said, “Now you can have a fight anytime you want.” Yup! My sister and I have nothing in common besides Mom. Our kids don’t get along. There is nothing we can talk about. I have to be Switzerland all the time—neutral, just say nothing. I also am estranged from my two nieces, who like to curse me out in email or invite me to observe that they are great and this is all my fault and I should look to myself. I am old, their aunt, and don’t care for this. Sometimes things are not my fault. I am just trying to live, run my business, take care of my child, and be happy. On Jan of 2007, I vowed that being in this family was not going to kill me. I am neutral and as distanced as I can get. And everyone says I am back to being funny. Since I make my living as a humorist, that’s a good thing.
By Star Lawrence on 05/13/2008 10:21 am
Linda Clark
Star…. I admire your resilience! Isn’t funny (odd) how people percieve your position of neutrality ….saying that your “back to being funny”! I’m certain that you were probably funny all along, but they just couldn’t laugh at themselves!
By Linda Clark on 05/13/2008 10:43 am
Star Lawrence
Thanks…I do think I am a decent coper. But the last 12 years have tested me. My nieces and sister don’t think I am back to being funny—they sort of never apprec that in the first place. It’s my readers and chosen friends (as opposed to family). Oh, well, what I was saying is that forgiving and flying over to mend fences may not always be the best or more feasible thing. I have written for WebMD about how forgiving helps the forgiver more than the forgivee, but sometimes I don’t feel it, so can’t experience that benefit. I don’t think I am a bad person for this reason. I think it’s a legitimate point of view. Others may disagree.
By Star Lawrence on 05/13/2008 11:34 am
Linda Clark
Star, thanks for expanding on your thoughts. My ability to pick my battles wisely is somewhat annoying to those closest to me. It has been implied that I’m somehow cheating them by not engaging enough or even at all …….again, thank you for the inspiration.
By Linda Clark on 05/13/2008 11:49 am
Star Lawrence
Not that we are hopping on the couch for this thread, Linda, but I so totally agree on picking your battle. No matter what I say, sis will respond with the opposite. I can say, “That’s five bucks.” She will reply, “$4.99.” I have learned from the passive-aggressive masters in my life (men). I just don’t say the next sentence. The next sentence is the one that gets me in trouble. Some next sentences are: “Duh.” “You know what I meant.” “Not always.” “So like her.” And so on…I clam. A chosen friend and I (we call ourselves sisters) call it “switzing it.” This works well with clients and salespeople, too, by the way. So much more peaceful.
By Star Lawrence on 05/13/2008 12:22 pm
Frannie Em
Star re 11:34 - Thanks for sharing that. I know what you mean by pick your battles. It is usually the better part of valor in those situations. Let them believe whatever they want to, because you can’t change it anyway.
By Frannie Em on 05/13/2008 11:56 pm
lin si
I am the only child in my family as the “one-child” police in China has been carried out in 1980s. I spent my childhood with peers in the kindergarten and never felt loneliness. “ORAGINE AND APPLE” is not my trouble and I am lucky enough to own the whole love of the family. However, I still felt the pressure from my cousins because our parents always compare each other’s child who is more intelligent, more polite, more ambitious which made us tired and uncomfortable. To be honest, I am really jealous one of my cousines. She is a little younger than me , beautiful and nice. She is also a postgraduate and popular in the campus. It seems that she owns everything she wants, and never worries anything. My parents compared us since we were little girls and it sometimes made me doubt that they preferred her to be their daughter. So on every festival the whole BIG family gets together, I usualy keep silent when they talk about her and me. I always feel unconfident when I stay with her. However, there was a talk changing something. This Spring Festival (Chinese New Year), I came to her family and stay with her for several days. It was the first time we talked to each other till to the mid-night. I finally realized that every person has his own stories not just the happiness, and he just shows his bright facet and covers his others. My PERFECT cousin also has her sadness and dark secrets! She even said she envid me because I could do what I like without caring about what others said. Then we laughed that we finally understood we “cheated” each other so many years! The holidays we spent together were the happiest time for these years. We cooked together, shopping together, watching films together. Sometimes, we wondered that if we were not the cousins we have been good friends many years before.
By lin si on 05/13/2008 11:29 am