Sisters play an important role in my life as well as my books. I’ve been blessed to have two sisters visit me separately over the last couple of weeks, and it has reminded me how happy I am with them. I mean we talk on the phone all the time, but being in person is different. This is how my NORA ROBERTS LAND heroine, Meredith Hale, feels when she returns to her hometown of Dare Valley and moves in with her sister, Jill. Their antics–but more how they support each other’s journeys–show us how important sisters can be to each other. Minus the hair pulling growing up, of course.
I have three sisters, and to some that’s a lot, but it’s what I know. Being with my sisters is sacred space, likely because they don’t live close to me. These last few weeks of having sisters visit has brought back that special sense of happiness only sisters can fulfill. Best friends are special, there is no doubt, but there is so much history with sisters. These were the girls you grew up with. You learned how to play and learn and make decisions. You learned how to take chances, and when they had consequences.
As adults, we can still just hang out, be silly ( a rare gift), refer back to things no one else would really understand, and eat. Yes, eat. We love food in my family, and as a former chef, I always roll out the good stuff when people arrive, usually making their favorites. Last night, my Doc sister ate at my favorite French cafe and about swooned over the chocolate beignets they make. They are swoon worthy, trust me.
Like Meredith and Jill, my sister and I are just going to get in our PJs tonight and watch a chick flick. We’ll have another good meal, one my grandma taught me how to make–fried chicken–and then we’ll settle in for more laughter and sharing and bliss.
So here’s to all of the happiness sisters bring, in real life and in books. Like the photo, they’ll help you cross the stream you’re in or laugh and help you up when you’ve fallen in.
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