My sister

Since I've demanded that all of you watch my sister tonight on Jeopardy!, I figure I should at least tell you a little about her.

Hmm. I've been sitting here for ten minutes and can't think of what to say. How do I describe someone who's been such a formative part of who I am? Sarah knows me better than anyone. We shared a bedroom until she went to college, and then of course I followed her to the same college, to the same honors program within that college. I followed her my whole life, I suppose - how could I not, she's less than two years older. Teachers called me "Sarah" all through elementary school. I confess that I occasionally resented her abilities, how things just came so easily to her. That was before I wised up and that she had struggles, too, just different ones than mine. She gave me innumerable rides before I got my license. She gave me a lot of who I am.

I can't count all the books we've read together, all the movies we've seen, all the inside jokes we have. I can't really express, even our shared love of words, how much she means to me.

And I am so fucking proud of her it isn't funny.