Sisters

Casper Wyo., population 18,000 when I was born, was large enough to hold the surprises of civilization, but small enough that the prairie was close by - for some in our town, right out the front door - stretching on forever, under the great curving sky.

I want everyone here to note that I'm wearing pink for this occasion, pink, the color of soothing, softening and reconciliation. Lately it's become Dick's favorite color — replacing his old favorite, terror-alert red.

Now, that's the story from this week, and that's what I think we should focus on.

That's pretty interesting. Wrong, but interesting.

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.