Today’s blog post was supposed to be a love letter to my younger sister, Deborah, who’s celebrating her birthday today. But I’m just not feeling well enough to do it justice, and this is the kind of thing I want to make sure I get absolutely right.

The short version is: I don’t know where or what my life would be without her. She’s my rock. And she’s my soft landing place. And I love her so much I think I might explode with it.

To be continued….