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 be.
I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on.
I am tortured when I am away from my family, from my children. I am horribly guilt-ridden.
Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.
It is extraordinary that when you are acquainted with a whole family you can forget about them.