After my sister broke her arm, I had to help her shave...everything.
My sister Liz and I have always had to look out for each other. Our mother died when we were very young, and my father always had to work very hard to keep the money coming in, so we pretty much raised each other. When Liz was 16 and I was almost 18, she broke her right arm doing gymnastics. She had a gymnast's body, petite but tight, fragile yet powerful. When she would wear her...Read On