No one likes audits, but like trips to the dentist, they’re necessary evils. With this in mind I challenge you, dear reader, to count up the individuals featured in all those pictures and photos you display in your home so you can answer the all-important question: Who’s winning?
That which we choose to exhibit on our walls and refrigerator doors says a lot about us. It’s a silent conversation in which many names are mentioned and some conspicuously avoided. The walls rarely whisper my name at my mom’s house, for instance, where certain brothers and sisters appear twice as often inside her shiny silver frames. I know I shouldn’t be counting, but I can’t help it. I dare you to count up the number of times your picture appears at your childhood home and then claim it doesn’t matter. If you’re not at least in fifth or sixth place, it matters.