Maddening as they might be, a sister is a good thing to have. I should know, I’ve got one.
What’s a sister good for?
When we were young she was good for picking on, or, shame on me, for ignoring.
Now that we’re adults, I’ve found my sister to be a lot more useful. She’s good for lots of talk on the phone—she lives a thousand miles away.
She’s good for an honest opinion. Me, “What do you think of the new title for my book?” Her, “I don’t get it.” Continue reading A Sister is a Good Thing to Have