INCONCEIVABLY BLONDE....

A sister's love is a funny thing. Not all sweet and peachy-fuzzed. Yet you love your dumb brother who runs crying to Mother-- Why do you love him? Because. A sister's love is a funny thing. It's not loud so all can hear. You've had a bad day. He's broke and can't pay... you quietly put in his hand-- "Here." A sister's love is a funny thing. Doesn't change with the times or the days. You love him still, although you could kill him. Sometimes. But you won't. Always. A sister's love is a funny thing. Sometimes either subtle or proud. Yet nothing can replace that look on his face whenever your eyes first meet in a crowd. A sister's love is a funny thing. Always has been, and always will be. We reserve the right to hug, laugh and fight with our brothers. Eternally. To all the sisters and brothers out there...

I hate the D word, really, I do…. (If you see what I see, wouldn’t you, too?) Why do we dwell on the divergence, the diversity, the difference of life? D is for… Dirty Depressing Difficult Dull Doomsday Dumb-as-a-box-of- (but, alas, I DIGRESS)…. I don’t mean to get y’all DOWN-in-the dumps…. after all, we don’t have to live on the down side, do we…. Don’t get me wrong, now, I DO happen to know D is for… Divine Deity Delish Delightful, as it were. Well, DUHHH!!!! Ya big DUMMY! Are we not all of us created in God’s image? Male and female-- Doesn’t that mean we are all the SAME and NOT DIFFERENT ? Yet, “ Different ,” you say, “is good ,” you say, “is special ,” you say, “is set apart”— Well, I couldn’t disagree MORE …. Why do we break ourselves up from the rest of the group of humanity-- is it vanity, insecurity, or PRIDE? Why must we hide behind labeling others (like we label ourselves) for the comfort of ou...