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When I created my blog, My Inner Chick, I wanted something significant on my site that reminded me of my sister, Kay. Something that made me laugh and cry at the same time. Something meaningful. Something that was truly “HER.”
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Big Boobs & Jagger Lips ( a story about sisters )
Posted on September 22, 2018Big Boobs & Jagger Lips ( A story about boobs, lips, fitting in, love, sisters, and undying love )
Kim & Kay. Sisters Forever.
~It’s taken nearly thirty odd years, but I’m sort of, kind of, in fashion.
You see, I wasn’t always this cool and confident and amazing. In middle school, I developed boobs before any of the other girls in class, and believe me, I wasn’t thrilled about it. Not a single bit. I wasn’t like some of those females who looked forward to their chests filling out, or those who couldn’t wait a moment longer to purchase a lacy, Victoria Secret bra. Nope. I was not one of those girls.
Nothing is Quite as Powerful as Sisters Rising Together –KSR.
Kay and Kim Meet Again At The Garden Party
~~~~I’ d like to introduce you to my brilliant, artist friend, Elizabeth Cassidy— She is an Illustrator, Peace Lover, Founder of Little Love Letters, Peaceful Revolution & The Odd Sister Greeting Cards, whom happens to live in the Big Apple.
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He Thought He Could Have Us Both, But We Left Him For Each Other
Posted on January 13, 2018
“In the beginning, I hated her guts. That is– until I found out she was just like me.”—Kim Sisto Robinson
Root Friends / Sue & Kim
I heard about her second hour from my friend, Keeker, whom continually informed me on such matters of importance.
“Have you heard of Sue Rangie?” He asked.
——-My sister was murdered by her husband on May 26th 2010. The mourning never ends. See you on the other side, my lovely Kay.—-
Your face is fading.
–Sometimes I sit on the couch while watching Parenthood or something like that and imagine it’s all a dream, a nightmare, something ugly I’ll wake up from.
You know those terrifying dreams when you awaken in a cold sweat uttering, “O’ God, O’ God, I’m glad that wasn’t real.”