Wednesday, March 23, 2011


I am preparing for a little trip to Ft. Worth to see both of my sisters. We have not (correct me if I'm wrong, Boots) all been in the same place for over seventeen years. The last time we stood side by side was at my wedding.

The thing about sisters is that all that time and water under the proverbial bridge doesn't mean a thing. Our history, our shared experience, is like a silver chord running through all three of our lives. It is always always there. All we have to do is reach and pick it up.