She had a weird, fleeting thought that she wanted to eat her sister, like a sorceress in a storybook – gobble her down into her belly, keep her safe.

Both within the family and without, our sisters hold up our mirrors: our images of who we are and of who we can dare to be.

You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you...

Both within the family and without, our sisters hold up our mirrors: our images of who we are and of who we can dare to be.

I contemplated the phone for some time. Never had I heard her so oddly gay and forthright; as a matter of fact, we hadn't discussed sex since adolescence. Her entire inner life was secretive and mysterious, and no one dared violate it. She sent out powerful "No Trespassing" signals and I had learned to honor them. It crossed my mind that my sister was drunk.

it is strange
how
sisters
can
be
saviors
or
strangers
&
sometimes
a bit of both.