Sisters

One day, I was going out to eat with Mikel and a couple of her friends. She was sitting in the front seat of my van and I was driving. As we turned the corner by my house to head out of town, we both, simultaneously, without planning it, and having never done this before, raised our hands in the air and yelled, "Woo-hoo!!"

I was in the room when my little sister was born. I was fifteen years old, and I learned several things. First, even though I had no intentions of ever getting married or having kids, I knew that I would never have such a thing as an epidural. Second, the birth of a baby is easily, hands down, the most beautiful experience that can ever exist in this life. Third, high school kids are not all that excited to see naked, bloody pictures of newborn babies.

Now Mikel is sick and in the hospital. She is battling severe asthma along with pneumonia. She is in the intensive care unit on a ventilator, pretty much sedated all the time. I am worried sick, of course. She will get better but it will take time. I am sending all kinds of positive, healing energy her way. If you could, it would be great if you would do the same. Pray, meditate, perform a Wiccan ritual, burn the right kind of incense, send a magical root powder floating out into the water, whatever your preference.

She needs to get out of there so we can get our matching sister tattoos, dammit!