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...point a woman approached me, visibly angry. Her husband is one of the last remaining detainees in Guantánamo, she said. He had escorted his sister to Afghanistan to marry an Arab fighter but was captured in Kandahar by the Americans. Eight years later, she is waiting for President Obama to close the prison and return her husband. Nearly half of the remaining detainees at Guantánamo are Yemeni; their transfers were halted after the failed Christmas Day bombing attempt. Said Ali al-Shihri, one of several former detainees who reportedly returned to terrorism after their release, is now deputy...
...sister was so furious, she barely spoke to me during my father's last years. Honest, I'm not a terrible person. So how did I get it so wrong? (See how to prevent illness...
When my mother's health was failing, I was the "bad" sister who lived far away and wasn't involved. My sister helped my parents. She never asked me to do anything, and I didn't volunteer. I was widowed, raising kids and working, but that wasn't really why I kept to weekly calls and short, infrequent visits. I was stuck in my adolescent role as the aloof achiever, defending myself from my judgmental mother and other family craziness. As always, I deflected my sister's digs about my not being around more - and I didn't hear...
...then discounts what the local sibling says. Annie Groeber, 43, a freelance media producer, used to pop up from Washington to see her mother, who would make light of her many health problems. So until Groeber moved to Baltimore to help out more, she had trouble believing what her sister said about their mother's deteriorating condition or the personality changes caused by her medications. "Tracey would say, 'You have no idea what this is like,'" Groeber recalls. "Within a couple of weeks of my moving, I said to her, 'You're right. I had no idea...
...became more present for my father in his last years. After he died, I apologized to my sister. And so, in our imperfect way, we remain "family" and sometimes even laugh over a childhood memory that, now that our parents are gone, we are the only people on earth who share...