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  • guest post : the pursuit of being a better money manager

    Hi friends! Today’s post comes to you from my blog friend Stephany. She’s talking about something that is constantly on my mind: money management. I don’t get into it much here, but with a mortgage, lots of bills, one kid in daycare and another on the way, money can be tight and our dream is to overcome the worry that comes along with that and get to a place where we can give freely to causes we believe in. It’s a tough road though, and I always appreciate reading other people’s perspectives on it! Read more from Stephany on her blog.

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    I was aware from a young age that my parents struggled with their finances. My dad worked the late shift at a printing company and my mom was a preschool teacher, so money was always tight. My brother and I never went without, but we struggled and I knew all about the struggle. Add to the fact that my dad was a chronic gambler – and not a very good one – and what little income we had coming in was going out to fuel his habit.

    When I was ten, I was given the role of a fish in a school play. It sounds silly, I know, but I was so darn proud and excited and happy for this role. The school play only had eight speaking parts and out of the entire fourth and fifth grade, I was selected! I felt amazing and was so excited to tell my mom about it when she picked me up from the bus stop that day. But when I did, I could tell she was a little nervous about how she was going to fit finding me a fish costume into our very tight budget. This was also in the spring, so fish costumes weren’t something we could just drive to our local Wal-Mart and pick up.

    All throughout my life, I have known the struggle of finances and I promised myself I would never find myself in the same boat. I would never bring children into the world if I couldn’t afford them and if I do ever have children, I never want them to know what it’s like to struggle with money. Not that I don’t want them to learn responsible money behaviors (something I was never taught), but I don’t want them to worry about it in the way I did. A child should never have to worry about where their next meal is coming from or if this is the month they will be evicted from their apartment.

    And now I sit here at 25 years old, with a college degree, a well-paying job, and a better understanding of what it means to manage money responsibly. I’m not saying I’ve gotten it right all the time. There have been plenty of learning experiences along the way. My credit score isn’t exceptional – thanks to a credit card I maxed out and couldn’t even pay the minimum balance on, school loans I defaulted on, and a huge medical bill I’ve yet to start paying on. I’ve made mistakes and I really wish I hadn’t made those mistakes, but there’s nothing I can do about them except work hard to not make them again.

    I don’t want to let my parents’ mistakes with handling money and them not teaching me how to be responsible with it continue to affect the way I manage my money. Maybe that line of thinking worked when I was 18, but at 25, I’m smarter and a bit more wiser. I had to take my money habits into my own hands, forget about what my parents did, and create habits that fit my lifestyle. I had to learn to create a budget that would work for me. Something that would take into account my bills, savings, and fun money. I had to decide how much fun money I needed on a weekly basis and develop a system. I’m not always perfect and I still could do a lot better, but I’m learning. Every new pay period is a chance to do better and hone my spending and saving habits.

    The truth of the matter is, whether you had parents that modeled perfect money management behaviors or parents that modeled awful money management behaviors, it’s up to you to figure out a system that works for your budget and your wants and your needs. It doesn’t matter what your parents did. You have to figure out what system works best for you and what priorities you place on what.

    Learning good money management behaviors is not something I had the privilege of witnessing growing up. But maybe it was a good thing. I learned the struggle. I learned what I don’t want out of my life. I learned to be so grateful to not have the struggle now and be able to do fun things, like go on cruises and take weekend trips to Orlando and get pedicures whenever I want. And I learned to grow into my own money manager. It’s been a journey and there’s really no end to it. There are still so many areas for me to grow and learn and get better.

    When it comes to money and budgeting, I may not have had the best role models growing up but it has allowed me the experience of learning as I go along and honing my own budgeting behaviors. And I’m just going to feel incredibly thankful I get the chance to do that.

  • pregnancy & diabetes

    November is diabetes awareness month, and as a nurse health issues are close to my heart. Allison is an online friend of mine who has type 1 diabetes, and because of my own struggles with infertility I am also sensitive to any difficulty when it comes to conception and pregnancy. I encourage you to read her post today about how having diabetes affects everything related to pregnancy. It’s super interesting and I guarantee you’ll learn something!

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    When Kathleen asked me to write about diabetes and pregnancy, because of Kathleen’s own troubles with pregnancy, I thought it was a brilliant idea! I’ve had type 1 diabetes for 19 years, so I know that often times people have flashbacks to the 1980s movie Steel Magnolias, with Julia Roberts and Sally Fields, in which the main character, a diabetic, dies. Not exactly what you want as a representation!

    Here are the facts: women with type 1 and type 2 diabetes can have babies. What’s type 1 and type 2 diabetes? Essentially, type 1 diabetes is an autoimmune disease (like lupus or multiple sclerosis) where the immune system attacks your body and prevents you from making insulin, which is what allows your body to use food as energy. In type 2 diabetes, your body still makes insulin, but it doesn’t use it properly. This is why type 2 diabetics can take oral medications to help with insulin resistance, but type 1 diabetics always have to take insulin injections or wear a pump.

    Now, I’ve never had a baby, so what I know about diabetes and pregnancy are from other women’s experiences. But I’m a newlywed, and so that means baby-making is top of mind for us.

    For most women, pregnancy is complicated after you start trying to have a baby, whether from infertility, miscarriages, or health concerns for the baby. For women with diabetes, pregnancy is complicated before you start trying.

    Deciding To Have Kids

    Whenever you have a chronic disease, you have to make the intensely personal decision of whether or not to have children. Diabetes is partially genetic, so for many people, that’s a huge factor. A child with a mom with diabetes has a 4% chance of getting it, and it’s 7% if the father has diabetes. However, both of my parents don’t have diabetes, and neither does my brother, so I have a hard time using that as a reason not to have a child.

    There really is no rhyme or reason for why someone gets diabetes, and I don’t want my life to be ruled by fear. Besides, I don’t consider diabetes to be devastating or debilitating like some diseases, and so my husband and I have decided that we will have kids. My life is pretty awesome, and if my kid ends up having diabetes (::knock on wood::), I’ll raise him or her to have an awesome life too!

    Before Baby-Making

    When you have diabetes, there isn’t much that you can’t do (except hold a commercial pilot’s license, join the Peace Corp and serve in the military). Pregnancy is definitely in the cards! But like most things that people with diabetes do, it takes a lot of preparation and planning. Pregnancy is no different.

    I think the piece of advice that sums up diabetes and conception the best is this: “No accidental pregnancies!”

    A woman with diabetes should not accidentally get pregnanct. In fact, if I’m concerned that I haven’t taken my birth control properly, I immediately tell my husband that it’s condoms or no sex! Of course, sometimes women do accidentally get pregnanct, and usually things turn out fine, but it’s a huge risk to the baby. Why?

    Life with diabetes means my blood sugars are always fluctuating. Although modern medicine and technology allows me to live a fairly normal life, things aren’t perfect. Blood sugar meters aren’t 100% accurate, and the insulin works much slower than insulin made by the body. Not all carbohydrates are created equal, so some can raise my blood sugar faster than others. We also have to deal with constantly changing hormones and activity levels, which will affect our blood sugars. There are a lot of variables, and we only have “control” over a couple of them.

    But a baby won’t care if I have diabetes. Embryos and fetuses are incredibly sensitive to blood sugar. Miscarriages and birth defects are hallmarks when a woman gets pregnant before her body is in “baby range.”

    How do you get “baby range”? It usually means checking blood sugar levels twice as often, which can be up to 20 times a day! I’m not quite there yet — but I am so not looking forward to it! Luckily there is a device called a continuous glucose monitor that can help detect trends between tests, but it’s still a lot of monitoring and tracking. Eating small meals to prevent big blood sugar spikes is also important. Moms-to-be need to control their blood sugars so tightly that it can often take up to a year before she’s in “baby range.”

    Sometimes this means a woman will start thinking about pregnancy before she has even found the guy!

    During Pregnancy

    Eventually I’ll be in “baby range,” but that doesn’t mean the work is over! A pregnant woman with diabetes needs to keep up the baby range throughout the entire pregnancy — and the growing baby does not make it easy! Each week, the baby puts more and more demands on the mom. The hormones involved in pregnancy cause insulin resistance. By the end of pregnancy a woman can be taking up to three times as much insulin per day!

    Because of insulin resistance, blood sugars can be hard to manage. Remember “baby range”? Staying on top of all the changes causes a lot of stress and grief. How the mom manages her blood sugars affects the baby’s health and growth. Having some fluctuations in blood sugars shouldn’t freak a mom out, but when it’s your baby, concerns and worries just multiply! I’m not even pregnant and I’m already worried! In fact, managing diabetes while pregnant can be so emotionally draining that many women say the stress and grief is the worst part of pregnancy. Plus, medical professionals are not exactly sympathetic to the struggles of this disease, so there are lots of guilt-trips laid on by doctors. So not cool.

    Gestational diabetes is familiar to many moms-to-be. Many of you moms probably did the glucose tolerance test to see if you had gestational diabetes. If you have gestational diabetes, you’re asked to modify your diet, monitor your blood sugar, and sometimes even taken medication. A pre-existing diabetes pregnancy is very similar to this. So imagine taking gestational diabetes and then multiplying the difficulty by ten! And obviously, gestational diabetes goes away when you have the baby, and pre-existing diabetes does not!

    Birth

    You may have heard that a baby of a diabetic woman will be born big. Many times, the size of the baby is a concern. Many diabetic moms have one of two options: scheduled C-section or scheduled induction (which also sometimes results in an emergency C-section). But not always! Some moms are also able to deliver naturally if the baby is not too big. Most doctors don’t like a diabetic mom to go past 39 weeks, and full term is 37 weeks. So it really depends on when the baby decides to show up!

    I’ve always grown up to believe that as a diabetic mother, my birth plan will really be at the mercy of the baby. I can’t really plan anything. Depending on the size of the baby, we might have to induce as soon as the baby is full-term. But maybe not! It’s hard to predict, and many diabetic moms simply have to play it by ear. As a high-risk pregnancy, I don’t get the pleasure of designing a home birth or a birth at a birthing center with a midwife.

    How You Can Help

    Now that you know a little more about how a diabetic pregnancy works, you might be wondering how you can help. Here are a few suggestions:

    >First of all, trust the mom-to-be! She’s the diabetic, so she knows what she needs to do. Instead of asking, “Can you eat that?” or “Should you do that?” just ask, “Is there anything you need?” Plain and simple.

    >Keep in mind that she’s stressed out. If she vents about food or her blood sugars, now you know how hard it is. Be sympathetic and a good listener.

    >Help out with doctor’s appointments. She probably has a lot going on! If you have a co-worker with diabetes or a friend with diabetes, offer to pick up some slack, especially toward the end of pregnancy. She’ll appreciate it!

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    So what do you think? Even as a nurse I learned a lot from Allison’s personal knowledge – for example, I had no idea that diabetics had to work so hard for so long to prepare for pregnancy, and that if their blood sugars aren’t strictly controlled they could experience miscarriage and birth defects. Wow. I was also kind of floored by Allison’s guest post on Stephany’s blog chronicling a day in her life. What did you learn?

  • the certainties in life: a tragicomedy in four acts

    Today I feel privileged to bring you a post from one of my all-time favorite writers and bloggers, S. When I decided to invite guest posters, she was at the top of my list. A 26-year-old in the midst of a divorce, she writes about her journey to find a life she’s in love with on her blog. Show her some love and leave a comment! And go visit her, I promise you’ll be hooked.

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    Cast of Characters (in order of appearance):

    IRS: A government force that S tries desperately to reckon with.

    S: A good liberal and newly single (albeit not yet legally) working girl who happens to be quite poor, though these two facts are probably unrelated.

    Sister: Sister of S, an accountant and a conservative.

    STBEH: Soon To Be Ex-Husband of S, a naturally benevolent man who has (understandable) issues with S.

    NYEG: New Year’s Eve Guy, boyfriend of S but who may harbor the slight fear that S is a total basketcase, since he’s only known her since, well, New Year’s Eve, and also since it’s very probable that S is, in fact, a total basketcase.

    Audience: You.

    Company: Not really all that different from the IRS, except not a government operation, which translates to: GREEDIER.

    Facebook: An often ill-advised forum for S’s generation.

    Coworkers: A sympathetic ear for S who will stab her in the back if need be.

    Bosses: Masters of S’s fate, tools of Company.

    ***

    Act 1, Scene 1
    IRS: THAT’LL BE $452.
    S: How can that be? I make so little money as it is.
    IRS: DO NOT QUESTION OUR WAYS OR YOU WILL PAY. MORE.

    Act 1, Scene 2
    S: Sister, how can this be?
    Sister: It’s Obama’s fault. But double check.

    Act 1, Scene 3
    S: IRS, are you sure this is true?
    IRS: WAIT, DID WE SAY $452? WE MEANT $1,333.
    S: (Dies.)

    Act 1, Scene 4
    S: (From heaven.) Sister, how can this be?
    Sister: It’s STBEH’s fault. But double check.

    Act 1, Scene 5
    S: STBEH, are you sure this is true?
    STBEH: Yes.
    S: You screwed me.
    STBEH: You screwed me first.
    S: Fair enough.

    Act 1, Scene 6
    IRS: Betcha wish you’d gotten that divorce taken care of earlier, eh? Whomp-waaaah.

    Act 1, Scene 7:
    S: So, that was my day.
    NYEG: Yeah, you should probably get that divorce taken care of. But everything will be okay because I am wonderful and caring and level-headed and gentle and because I seem to like you for reasons that are completely inexplicable, but are still true.
    S: (Comes back to life.)

    ***

    Act 2, Scene 1
    (The next day.)
    S: Wait, I make more money than my W2 says my reported earnings are.
    Audience: (Uproarious laughter.)

    ***

    Act 3, Scene 1
    (Same day, except it feels much later, as time is now moving at a paradoxically simultaneous warp speed and unbelievable sluggishness.)
    S: Company, why does my W2 say I earned $3,000 less than I should’ve? Did I never receive that raise I was promised in the summer of 2008?
    Company: (Crickets.)

    Act 3, Scene 2
    S: SHIT IS HAPPENING TO MEEEE AND I DON’T HAVE THE EMOTIONAL SKILLS TO MANAGE THIS BECAUSE I WAS RAISED BY PARENTS WHO WERE RAISED BY CHILDREN OF THE DEPRESSION SO I’LL DO WHAT THE REST OF MY GENERATION DOES, WHICH IS WHINE ON FACEBOOK.
    Facebok: Word.

    Act 3, Scene 3
    S: Company, why does my W2 say I earned $3,000 less than I should’ve? Did I never receive that raise I was promised in the summer of 2008?
    Company: (Crickets.)

    Act 3, Scene 4
    S: SHIT IS HAPPENING TO MEEEEE SO I’LL TAKE IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL AND WHINE INAPPROPRIATELY TO COWORKERS BECAUSE I’M INCREASINGLY MORE DESPERATE WITH EVERY SECOND THAT PASSES AND ALSO MY FACE IS STILL SWOLLEN FROM CRYING FOR FIVE HOURS STRAIGHT YESTERDAY.
    Coworkers: This same thing happened to that dude who just quit. So good luck with that. Also, you might want to do something about your face sitch.

    Act 3, Scene 5
    S: Company, why does my W2 say I earned $3,000 less than I should’ve? Did I never receive that raise I was promised in the summer of 2008?
    Company: (Crickets.)

    Act 3, Scene 6
    S: SHIT IS HAPPENING TO MEEEEEEEEE SO I’LL WHINE TO MY BOSSES IN THE MIDDLE OF A MEETING AS A COMPLETE NON-SEQUITUR BECAUSE NOW I AM INCAPABLE OF DEALING WITH ANYTHING ELSE RIGHT NOW AND AM ALSO ON THE VERGE OF TEARS.  AGAIN.
    Bosses: You need to ask a different person. Also, this was inappropriate.

    Act 3, Scene 7
    S: Company, why does my W2 say I earned $3,000 less than I should’ve? Did I never receive that raise I was promised in the summer of 2008?
    Company: Because your health insurance was deducted from your paycheck on a pre-tax basis, which amounts to $3,000.
    S: Oh.

    ***

    Act 4, Scene 1
    IRS: PAY. NOW.
    Company: You are a moron.
    STBEH: I still hate you but I will take care of this problem because you are so poor and also because I really didn’t mean to screw you over and therefore hope to remind you that I am a naturally benevolent person whom you rejected, which will probably adversely affect your life forever.
    NYEG: I still inexplicably like you. I think.
    S: (Notices ringworm developing on inside of her left forearm.) Life is so fun lately! I am an asshole!

    THE END.

  • a musing minister: on friendship

    I’m thrilled to bring you today’s guest post and a new, semi-regular feature around here. Megan is one of my best friends of all time and someone I feel genuinely blessed and privileged to know. Really, you should be jealous. She will be making appearances here every so often to share some thoughts on faith and life. She has an M.Div from Princeton Theological Seminary, currently lives in Nashville, TN, and her words always move me in just the right way. I’m kind of in love with her, and you will be too.

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    My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.  Greater love has no one than this, that one lays down one’s life for one’s friends.  You are my friends if you do what I command.  I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know the master’s business.  Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that you learned from my Father I have made known to you (John 15:12-15).

    I do not live in America right now, and I have not spent much time there since April of last year.  But I still consider it my home and so I feel an obligation and desire to stay in touch with it in the way I feel an obligation and desire to keep in touch with my family.  My primary means of doing this is by perusing various American newspaper websites and listening to any story concerning America that happens to be piped through the BBC.  One thing is for sure: Americans love to talk about something they call “family values.”  These values range from a concern with a particular definition of marriage to the manner in which children are raised.  It encompasses so many dimensions of American life—from the paying of taxes to the intimacies of one’s bedroom.  While it is exceedingly difficult to find any two people who agree upon a precise definition of “family” or, for that matter, “values,” it is abundantly clear that Americans care about family values.

    As I understand it, families are valuable to society for many reasons—the procreation of children and the propagation of the human species, the basic unit of human categorization (useful for taxing and census purposes), the initial human community wherein traditions and skills are passed down, etc.  But ever more increasingly, I have begun to question if our valuing of families precludes us from our responsibility to another essential dimension of human relationship.  That is, why is friendship so underrated?  Why do we never hear pastors preach on friendship, politicians never run on platforms of friendship-valuing, and media outlets never seek to be “friendship-friendly”?

    I obviously don’t have the answer to this question, but I do have a theory.  That is, I suspect that we disregard friendship because, quite frankly, we have no “use” for it.  We do not organize our society around friendships, we do not tax people according to their friends, and we do not contribute anything to society through our friendships.  Friendship arises mysteriously and surprisingly.  It is a relationship based upon the delight we experience in the presence of another.  It inspires mutual joy, mutual love, mutual respect, and mutual appreciation.   In friendship, we are utterly free to be who we are.  Friendship is the only human relationship that exists for its own sake.

    Perhaps this is why I am so stunned by the words of Jesus from the gospel of John.  Here, in the middle of what is referred to as Jesus’ farewell discourse, Jesus—the one Christians believe to be God incarnate, God as Human, as one of us—calls us friends.  We—Jesus’ students, followers, believers—we are Jesus’ friends.  We are not Jesus’ servants, going about the mess of blindly obeying some aloof master. We are Jesus’ friends.  It is a relationship arising mysteriously and surprisingly.  It is a relationship based on the delight of one another.  It is a relationship of mutual joy, mutual love, mutual respect, and mutual appreciation.  It is a relationship of utter freedom; it is a relationship that exists for its own sake.

    Contrary to popular imagination, we do not exist in some relation to a distant divine presence that makes demands of us and expects us to be of some use.  We are instead—counter-cultural as it is—friends of God, intimately cared for and enjoyed by the creator of the universe.

    Not from the heavy soil

    where blood and sex and oath

    rule in their hallowed might,

    where earth itself,

    guarding the primal consecrated order,

    avenges wantonness and madness—

    not from the heavy soil of earth,

    but from the spirit’s choice and free desire,

    needing no oath or legal bond,

    is friend bestowed on friend.

    –excerpted from Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s poem, “The Friend.”

  • a behind-the-scenes look at kapachino through the eyes of one of her brothers

    I thought it would be fun to start a series of guest posts written by some of my favorite writers, bloggers, and real-life people. Today you hear from the older of my two younger brothers, David. When he feels like it, he blogs about design, sports, music, horror movies – or any combination thereof. He told me I wasn’t allowed to edit what he wrote, which is too bad because if I could I would totally remove the picture of me with bangs (that was a bad life decision) and not go so overboard with the compliments (how embarrassing). He is an amazing guy himself, and will always be the best friend of my childhood. Enjoy!

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    If you know Kathleen at all, you’d know she’s pretty hard to live up to.

    She is one of the most beautiful, patient, intelligent women on the planet (just like her mom! Hi mom!). This, inherently, presents a problem for me: When people know my sister and then subsequently meet me, they seem to project her qualities on to me. “Nice to meet you David!” they would say. “What book are you reading?” That’s when I casually look aside, order a beer and say, “ESPN.com.”

    My sister is starting a whole series of guest blog posts and fairly recently she asked if I would like to write one. I immediately said yes, but wanted to make sure I had heard her right. After all, we’re not a whole lot alike; what would I have to say of interest?

    Before an indoor soccer game
    Before an indoor soccer game

    “I’m not in any book clubs, you know.” “Yes, I don’t mind.” “I can’t really cook anything but pasta.” “Then don’t write about that.” “I can barely take care of myself and my puppy.” “What?” “You’re a nurse. It’s what you do.” “So?” “So I was just pointing out our differences in a theoretical conversation with you, trying to impress upon your readers that we’re different and finding some common ground to write about would be tough.” “Oh, gotcha. Carry on then.”

    Anyway, if you ever start dating someone or meet a good friend’s spouse, you always want to press them on the hilarious, behind-the-scenes things they wouldn’t ever tell you. So here’s a little about me and my sister Kapachino, behind-the-scenes, with the one common ground I’m sure we all have: A love for Kathleen.

      • For some odd reason, we got stuck in the same chemistry class in high school. And because our teacher alphabetized seating, we sat next to each other at a two-person table. And let me tell you: If you ever want to compare yourself to someone, sitting next to them in a chemistry class will provide you any number of benchmarks.
      • She made an ‘A’ in the class. I made a ‘B+’. And that’s probably the best representation of us I can think of.
      • My sister always had an incredible voice (and she still does!). It allowed us to get closer than we ever probably would have been because we could play music together (and still do).
      • Re-designing this blog for her made me realize just how picky she can actually be sometimes.
      • Growing up, when it was early in the morning or if she would talk back, my Dad called her “Snippy Kins.”
    Mother's Day a few years ago
    Mother’s Day a few years ago
    • Kathleen eats cereal like a champ. Every morning before going to high school she would always, always have a bowl.
    • Speaking of going to high school, we both rode with our friend (and at the time, probably one of her best friends) Erika before we could drive ourselves. Erika dictated what music we would listen to (with good reason; she was driving us to school), and occasionally she would put on rap. I think this is where I developed my love for the genre and Kathleen began to develop her distaste for it.
    • A distaste I’m positive still exists today.
    • When we were younger, my sister and I were always on a team against my brother. We were an athletic bunch so we liked to play games all the time, but it was so unfair: my sister and I (only 14 months apart) against our baby brother Barry (effectively two years younger). It was outstanding.
    • About that same era, we used to get our brother to do stuff for us by challenging him. Let’s say we wanted a glass of water or a coke. We’d say to him: “I bet you can’t get it to us fast!” And he’d sprint off to get it and we’d “time” him. We’d always try to get him to “beat his last time.” This was also outstanding.

      David, Kathleen, and Barry
      David, Kathleen, and Barry
    • I’ll end with one of the greatest life lessons I’ve ever learned, taught to me by my sister. One day we were both up at church and I wanted to tell her something. She wasn’t around me at the time, so I scoured the church for her and eventually found her tucked away in a back room where, if you wanted to talk to her, you really had to look. She was crying, curled up on a couch. I had never seen my sister cry; she was always very strong and in control. I came in the room, sat down, and asked her what was wrong. She started to tell me, and I would interject every once in a while trying to ease her feelings. She would start talking again and then I would comment again and she’d have to start talking again and eventually she just turned to me, stared me down and said: “Shut up! I don’t always need you to fix things. Sometimes, women just have to talk. And all you have to do is listen.”
    My sister and I at her wedding
    My sister and I at her wedding