Andrea Langworthy's column: This one is for Ginny
My Florida sister came “home” last week. Her husband’s class reunion was Friday and Saturday in the small Minnesota town where he’d grown up so he went that way and she reconnected with family in the cities.
This sister and I are 10 years apart. I’m the oldest of five. She’s the youngest. While I might have been described as cute long ago, she’s still darling. Pretty, too. I have no fashion sense; she always wears the right thing and makes it look effortless.