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French ladies: how my sister and I stopped fighting by becoming foreign women

By ANASTASIA ASHMAN

"Whoever gets a D in math has to sit in back." That's how I'd call shotgun when it was time to squeeze our teenage bodies into the family's tiny Honda.

My younger sister Monika didn't appeal to my mother at the wheel. This cruel, impromptu rule was imposed by a straight-A sibling, and grades were everything in our California household. That was the family culture.

Eventually these two West Coasters overcame their sibling rivalry -- oddly enough, in a town of hippies, yippies and Beatniks -- by channeling Continental ladies of leisure.

To find out how, read the rest of my essay "Sibling Rivalry" at AOL's MyDaily/HUFFPOST WOMEN.


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Anastasia Ashman is a California-born writer/producer of neoculture entertainment based in Istanbul. This series covers what's crossing the mind and desk of expat+HAREM's founder.
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