Sisters. Because we all need someone who will defend us behind our back and then call us on our shit to our face.

Maybe we should spend less time teaching kids to believe in Santa and more time teaching them to believe in themselves.

I do have a sister - I have two sisters.

I’d never told anyone the future I imagined for my sister and me, dreams that had been part of me as far back as I could remember, so long they’d grown roots and wings.

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.

In a way, I was incrediibly proud of her (not that I had any intention of letting it show while I was beating the crap out of her).