Oh Hello, Old Wounds: Sun, Salt, and Sibling Triggers in Mexico

Siblings have a way of pulling us back into the past—right into the roles we thought we’d outgrown. I just spent a week in Mexico with mine—no distractions, no buffers. Just the five of us, living under one roof again for the first time in years. The whales we swam with rewrite their songs every year, passing them across the globe like viral hits. It made me wonder: Can we do the same? Can we rewrite the stories we’ve carried and the roles we’ve assumed since childhood?

Because as breathtaking as this trip was, it was also a mirror—reflecting old wounds, unspoken tensions, and the raw truth of how much we’ve changed…and how much we haven’t.