Two Pictures of My Sister

Felicity Hamer (photo credit: Vitor Munhoz Photography)
Felicity Hamer (photo credit: Vitor Munhoz Photography)

She’s barely recognizable in the first photograph, a yellowing Polaroid from the late 1980s. Found it about an hour ago, near the bottom of a dusty old box. Although I love her like a twin, there’s no escaping the facts: my little sister Felicity was a weird kid, who talked to herself and dreamed out loud.

I remember thinking she might be crazy, long before I really knew what that might mean. Hard to believe this painfully shy girl, with tap shoes and a lazy eye, would one day be a rockstar, a valedictorian, and the life of every party. Far easier to see how this dreamy little girl, with stars in her eyes, and figure skates on her feet, would one day be an artist.

Mixbook Beautiful Possibilities A Graphic Introduction to the Examined Life by John Faithful Hamer - Google Chrome 2015-09-27 53214 PMI remember thinking she might be an artist, long before I really knew what that might mean. She was still just a little kid, when she borrowed mom’s crappy camera, and took a picture of a dandelion behind our Galt Street apartment building. Barclay didn’t get it, but mom did, and so did I. It was a breathtakingly beautiful photograph. Still, took me thirty years to realize that it was a self-portrait.

—John Faithful Hamer, From Here (2016)

About John Faithful Hamer

John Faithful Hamer is a college professor who still can't swim, drive, or pay his bills on time. His sense of direction is notoriously unreliable, yet he'd love to tell you where to go. His lack of practical skills is astounding, and his inability to fix things is renowned, yet he'd love to tell you what to do. His mismanagement of time is legendary, as is his inability to remember appointments, yet he fancies himself a philosopher and would love to tell you how to live. He wouldn't survive in a state of nature, of that we can be sure; but he's doing quite well in the big city, which has always been a refuge for the ridiculous, a haven for the helpless, and a friend to the frivolous.

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