Comparison is a death knell to sibling harmony.

Both within the family and without, our sisters hold up our mirrors: our images of who we are and of who we can dare to become.

A sister is both your mirror - and your opposite.

The desire to be and have a sister is a primitive and profound one that may have everything or nothing to do with the family a woman is born to. It is a desire to know and be known by someone who shares blood and body, history and dreams.

We are sisters. We will always be sisters. Our differences may never go away, but neither, for me, will our song.

What surprised me was that within a family, the voices of sisters as they're talking are virtually always the same.

We are each other's reference point at our turning points.