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Chicken Soup for the Soul Celebrates Sisters: A Collection in Words and Photographs
Chicken Soup for the Soul Celebrates Sisters: A Collection in Words and Photographs
Chicken Soup for the Soul Celebrates Sisters: A Collection in Words and Photographs
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Chicken Soup for the Soul Celebrates Sisters: A Collection in Words and Photographs

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This new addition to the successful "Celebrates" photo series explores and treasures the bond between sisters. A small, gift-sized photo book, it combines new stories with beautiful photos that evoke the special relationship only sisters can experience.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 2, 2012
ISBN9781453279557
Chicken Soup for the Soul Celebrates Sisters: A Collection in Words and Photographs
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Jack Canfield

Jack Canfield, America's #1 Success Coach, is the cocreator of the Chicken Soup for the Soul® series, which includes forty New York Times bestsellers, and coauthor with Gay Hendricks of You've GOT to Read This Book! An internationally renowned corporate trainer, Jack has trained and certified over 4,100 people to teach the Success Principles in 115 countries. He is also a podcast host, keynote speaker, and popular radio and TV talk show guest. He lives in Santa Barbara, California.

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Chicken Soup for the Soul Celebrates Sisters - Jack Canfield

CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL®

CELEBRATES SISTERS

CHICKEN SOUP

FOR THE SOUL®

CELEBRATES SISTERS

A Collection in Words and Photographs by

Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen

and

Maria Bushkin Stave

Backlist, LLC, a unit of

Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC

Cos Cob, CT

www.chickensoup.com

CONTENTS

First Pick René J. Manley

Two Rockers Charlotte A. Lanham

Sister Bonding Betsy Banks Epstein

A Hole in My Heart Krista Allison

Doubly Blessed Christine Pisera Naman

My Sister’s Eyebrows Linda L. S. Knouse

Only the Two of Us in Sight Carol D. O’Dell

In Search of a Simpler Time Nancy Harless

The Wagon Beverly McLaggan

My Sister, Myself Faith Adiele

Beneath the Stars Diane Payne

Et, Tu, My Perfect Sister Jodi Severson

The Bologna Wars Tanith Nicole Tyler

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FIRST PICK

We’ll each pick a number, starting from oldest to youngest, then we’ll each take a pick, in the order of our numbers. You understand?" Louise was fully in charge. We were taking our pick of Mama’s quilts.

None of us wanted to fight. Five sisters and one brother were trying valiantly to honor and respect our parents. Louise is the oldest and had the most daily contact with our mother before her quick death from cancer, long quietly taking over her body, but not loud enough to be noticed until too late. Here we sat, on a cold October day, six middle-aged children in the living room of our youth, with eyes red with grief and nervous sweaty hands.

These last six quilts our mother made were something we needed to be fair about and they were all laid out for our choosing. Although not works of art for the most part, they were our heritage. There was a queen-size Dresden plate and two twin-size patchworks, both in good shape. A double-size, double-knit polyester little girl quilt that we remembered from the era of leisure suits and a queen-size log cabin that told its age by the colors: orange and avocado. Then there was the quilt on my mother’s bed, a double-size star pattern of Wedgwood blue chintz and cotton. It was gorgeous. And it smelled like Mama.

We reached into the shoebox one at a time for our numbers, and being the baby, I picked last. Fitting, as I got number six, the last to choose from the bed-cover legacy. Libby was the first, and no one was surprised to watch her gather up the Wedgwood blue chintz and fold it into her bag. When my turn came, the double-knit polyester quilt was left, so I took it, remembering Mother handstitching the pitiful thing. So much work for so little beauty! We’ll keep it in the car, I thought to myself, for a picnic blanket.

As the holidays approached, our grief stayed with us, mostly hidden, but popping up unannounced as tears over a remembered song or a phone call impossible to make. We all moved our bodies toward Christmas, even as our minds stayed with

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