National Sister Day

I have been deeply blessed with one sister by birth, many sisters through the sisterhood of the ZTA sorority, and countless more through friendship. A sister sees the best and worst in us and loves us anyway. A sister is there for us when we need them… and even when we don’t know that we need them.

My grandmother often called me Phyllis, which was the name of Mom’s younger sister. I took it as a compliment. My sister, Deborah, taught me so much. We shared amazingly wonderful times… playing games, pillow fighting, listening to music, swimming, skiing, skating, weeding gardens, and enjoying countless adventures through the years… even though she and I seemed to have little in common. The photo is from 1954 at Mom’s vanity, which later became the site of many fun hours playing “dress up.” To this day I call Deborah an angel living on this earth. She is a kind, gentle, healing soul. We all could use a little more “Deborah” in our hearts.

Thank you to Deborah and all the other wonderful women who are or have been like sisters to me. You have my love and respect on National Sister Day and always.

About Cathy Burnham Martin

Author of 20+ books, and counting! A professional voice-over artist, dedicated foodie, and lifelong corporate communications geek, Cathy Burnham Martin has enjoyed a highly eclectic career, ranging from the arts and journalism to finance, telecommunications, and publishing. Along with her husband, Ron Martin, she has passions for entertaining, gardening, volunteering, active and visual arts, GREAT food, and traveling. Cathy often says, "I believe that we all should live with as much contagious enthusiasm as possible... Whether we're with friends or family, taking people along for the ride is more than half the fun."
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