All My Sisters And Me (from Lisa Wingate)

Happy Monday, everyone!

If you know me, the title of this blog may seem a little strange. If you’ve been hanging out with us for a while at BelleView, you know that I grew up with these people:


I never had sisters. Despite that doll and the girly little hat in the photo (both of which my grandmother had just made for me), I spent my childhood days tagging along behind two big brothers, attempting to weasel my way into sandlot baseball games, and front yard pick-up football contests, and dusk-time rounds of Ghost In the Graveyard. I didn’t one bit appreciate the fact that I’d been being born a girl and the odd one out in the family. It’s a hard life when you’re the one they tell to “Go let mom know that we were headed to the woods to play.” And then when you come back outside, they’ve already taken off for the woods.

There were some times I wanted to trade those two big brothers in for sisters.

Alas, morning after morning, those prayers had not been answered.  There were still two joke-playing, little-tag-along-teasing, sister-torturing boys down the hall. When I could scare up a neighborhood girl to play with, I pretended she was my sister — that our attic games of princess, and our backyard Little House on the Prairie sagas, and hour let’s pretend games of house and school would go on forever. I imagined that we’d snuggle up side-by-side in our beds at the end of the day, the way sisters do, and giggle, and talk about everything, and make big plans to build houses side-by-side someday in the future when we were big girls.

I’ve written a lot about the push and pull of sisterhood, its unbreakable bonds sewn together like the stitches of a hem. Even when the threads pull loose, the pieces remain attached at the fold.  Sister relationships provide interesting fodder for stories.  They’re complex.  They’re complicated.  Sometimes contentions.  So often incredibly beautiful, deep, rewarding.  Essential.  Necessary.

There’s a funny thing I’ve come to realize as I’ve traveled along the the winding road of adult life.  Not all sisters are born to the same parents or grow up together in a house.  Some sisters, you find as you go through life.  There’s never any telling where you’ll discover those women with whom you form the bonds of the heart and travel the road of sister-friends. Together, you share the passages in life — marriages, births, grief, joy.  Beautiful days. Dark days.  The milestones of motherhood, the changing of roles, the growing up and growing older.  The transitions, and transitions, and transitions.  The beauty these sisterhoods is that they change as life changes. Families move, situations morph, bonds stretch and break and fade and new bonds sometimes replace them.

I’ve met so many of my sweet sister-friends through the journey of writing, one way or another. There are writer-sisters, and reader-sisters, and travel-pal sisters.


It only seems fitting to end today with something sent to me this week by Paula, one of the sweet sisters from last year’s Join the Cast of Moses Lake contest.  If you’ve been following the blog a while, you may remember Alice, Cindy, and Paula, who became characters in last year’s novel, Firefly Island.

They’ve officially adopted me as sister number four in their three-sister family. We’ve been bound together by books and stories.

So here’s a yummy-sounding recipe from my sister, Paula… because that’s what sisters do, they share all the best things :-)

PeachcobMini Peach Cobbler Recipe

Preheat oven to 350˚F.
1 cup sugar
1 cup flour
2 tsp baking powder
a dash of salt
3/4 cup milk
1 stick of melted butter
brown sugar
1 can diced peaches

Put 1 tsp of melted butter into each regular size muffin tin. Combine the first 5 ingredients by hand… sugar, flour, baking powder, salt and milk. Put 2 tbsp of batter into each regular size muffin tin… on top of the melted butter. Then put 1 tbsp diced peaches on top of the batter. Sprinkle with brown sugar and then cinnamon. I do a pretty generous “sprinkle”. Bake the regular size muffin tins for 12 minutes. Let them cool almost completely before taking out of pan. Don’t forget a dollop of vanilla ice cream…YUM!

What about you?  Did you grow up with sisters or without? Who are your sister friends? What things do you share with your sisters and sister friends?

Leave a note Or a favorite recipe and join today’s celebration of sisterhood!

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  1. Julei says

    You said it best, Sista-friend. And…I’m betting those brothers wouldn’t have traded you for anything. Look forward to trying the recipe, too. j

    • Lisa Wingate says

      LOL! I kind of think the brothers would have traded me, but I’ve grown rather fond of them since then. Wouldn’t trade them now 😉

  2. Rachel Hauck says

    Great post and those mini peach cobblers are to die for!

    I did have a sister but she’s ten years younger. I lived a lot of years surrounded by brothers. But I love them all.

    My sister-friends are y’all belles on the porch as well as Susie Warren and Beth Vogt.

    I also have some sister-friends of my heart who I never see any more but have fond memories of from Phi Mu and Ohio State!


    • Lisa Wingate says


      What was it that Wilbur said in Charlotte’s Webb? Something about how special it is, finding a friend who is also a good writer. So glad to have you as a sister-friend!

  3. Shellie says

    Lisa, your post made me want to take off to Dallas and Little Rock to hug my flesh and blood sisters! It also made me grateful for the bonus sisters I’ve been given over the years– like those of you here at SBV. Thanks for another wonderful post!

    • Lisa Wingate says

      When I think of sister sweetness, Shellie, I think of your stories about the three of you roaming the woods and creeks and playing games of Let’s Pretend. I imagine there was competition over bathroom time, but what a joy to grow up as part of a sister trio!

  4. Betty says

    I have two biological sisters and four special soul sisters and I treasure all of them so much. Thank you for the reminder to let them know this!

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