We are angels just like the rest of our brothers and sisters.
I consider my mom and all my sisters my friends.
You can't fight hatred with hatred and expect anyone to listen to you. You can only try to lessen it with humor, wit, truth and commonsense. If that doesn't work run like hell, while they throw rocks...
The bond of brotherhood is we are sisters and brothers in love.
The fact that you have just buried your parent or parents and/or sibling or siblings does not make you less likely to die today.
Your tears are never invisible---there is always an insecure woman that lights up when you point them out.
A coward talks to everyone but YOU.
History has shown us time and time again that you don't have to know someone to love them with all your heart.
The sisters' voices were almost identical, laughing mezzos tuned in childhood to the same pitch and timbre. To the ear, they were twins; to the eye, nothing alike. Emily was tall and slender with her...
You're a throwback.To what?Jess considered this. Hi-tech at work, Emily was paradoxically old-fashioned in her life. She didn't even own a television. The nineteenth century, Jess concluded. No. Eight...
She designed the cakes and I worked out the recipes. The first year we each created a signature cake. Genie's was called the Goddess: really tall, all white on the outside, wrapped in mountains of coc...