When I was growing up, I lived a block away from my three older cousins, Susan, Lynn, and Barbara. They were my sisters. Barbara died tragically when she was twenty-one and I was sixteen, leaving a huge hole in my life. Grief stricken we went separate ways. I often talk about "collecting mothers" in my life, and I now realize that I have also collected sisters. Those ride or die women friends who stand by you no matter what. When you are cranky, when you are wrong, when you mess up. Because they just love you and you just love them. I am increasingly grateful for the women in my life who lift me up and trust me to do the same for them.