- Last updated 3/22/13 by SmilinMomma
By Colleen Lowe Smith My sister and I were never particularly close. Thirteen months older, we were always on totally different tracks. She played with dolls, I played in mud. She had boyfriends, I had band, plays and ski club. She got married after high school, I went to college. I learned with remote interest that she was pregnant, and wasn’t there to witness the bump of her belly or the growth ensued over the next nine months. I was in at school, six hours away, domesticity a foreign concept. I was a sophomore when I got the call that she was in labor,... read more


