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.
