People Who Have it Worse Than I Do, Part 1

My beloved sister, my Irish twin, the only person with whom I can talk on the phone whilst* taking a crap.

My sister is highly organized. She runs a tight ship. She does not suffer fools, and is a very successful manager at work.

Her first child was born six years ago “all banged up” as she says. Grace is missing a part of her brain and a part of her colon. She is not wired right. It is terrible, heartbreaking, a tragedy.

But what really makes me feel for my sister is that the poor woman has to accommodate someone in her life who sucks on the wrong end of the Popsicle stick. “She’s not so smart, my Gracie. If this is God’s way of teaching me patience, then He’s got a really sick sense of humor.”

*no, I'm not British, but some of their words are better than ours.