For the Los Angeles Review of Books, Briallen Hopper writes about what it means to be a sister:
The five of us live in four states on two coasts, and over the decades we have done devastating and unforgettable things to each other. We’ve professed our dislike for each other; we’ve unfriended and blocked each other; we’ve abandoned the family to move far away; we’ve dropped out; we’ve blacked out; we’ve needed to be bailed out; we’ve decided not to invite each other to our weddings; we’ve used that gentle patronizing tone that grates like a shredder; we’ve gone straight for the jugular; we’ve broken each other’s codependent hearts.
