CALLING ALL SISTERS!
CALLING ALL SISTERS!
I have already heard many interesting, curious, shocking(!), witty, fun, sad, heartfelt, and downright flabbergasting (is that still a word?) stories about SISTERS and their SECRETS.

What about yours?

If you can’t remember secrets, what about any fun/fond memories?

My sister, Joan is two-and-a-half years older, old enough to know better, I often heard my mother say. Still, Joan seemed to enjoy tormenting me unmercifully. Especially when it came to growing-up things…you know, like getting my first pair of “nylons” and the necessary accompanying wardrobe gear. Don’t even ask what she did when I started to wear a bra. How on earth did I survive being a younger sister?

One of the worst things I remember was the first time our parents left us alone without a babysitter. For some reason, my lovely sister saw that as the perfect opportunity to scare the heart and soul from me. When I close my eyes I can still see her lunge out of the front hall closet, flail her arms, cross her eyes, and shriek. It was a moment worthy of a Stephen King bestseller.

Of course, I also have many wonderful memories of growing up with Joan. She taught me how to climb a tree! She spent hours and hours teaching me to play Canasta! And let’s not forget the “Neighborhood News” newspaper we launched – my introduction to the wonderful world of getting paid to write! (I believe the price was 5¢ per edition, peddled and delivered within a two-block radius from out house.)

I hope you enjoy my latest novel, THE SECRETS SISTERS KEEP. And please SHARE your stories! Write to me either through the “Contact” link above, or by linking to either my Facebook or Twitter pages. Perhaps someday I’ll compile them…anonymously, of course, if you wish. My sister, however, will definitely not remain anonymous. Perhaps, at long last, I have found the perfect opportunity for a little payback…J