Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family but once the sisters are grown it becomes the strongest relationship.

We're reclaiming America and restoring honor. I believe we do that with faith with hope with charity and honoring our brothers and our sisters as we honor each other.

I was in fashion school my brother has a law background and my sister-in-law had worked in production but none of us had a proper fashion business education.

I'm sure everything has a bearing on what I'm doing. My family is a lower-middle-class family there's lots of children seven brothers two sisters grew up together fighting with each other went to school. My mother went to school up to 4th grade. My father went to school up to 8th grade. So that's about the education level we had in the family.

My mother was born on a tiny farm in County Mayo. She was meant to stay at home and look after the farm while her brother and sister got an education. However she came to England on a visit and never went back.

When I walk up on that shore in Florida I want millions of those AARP sisters and brothers to look at me and say 'I'm going to go write that novel I thought it was too late to do. I'm going to go work in Africa on that farm that those people need help at. I'm going to adopt a child. It's not too late I can still live my dreams.'

It was something I was more interested in myself. When I went to see my sister dance at ballet I was really into costumes and the arts and my family was also supportive of whatever me and my sister wanted to do. I would say I pushed myself the most to be into design.

If physical death is the price that I must pay to free my white brothers and sisters from a permanent death of the spirit then nothing can be more redemptive.

I can't wait for my little sisters to start dating because it will really be fun to pick on their boyfriends.

I'm quite sensitive to women. I saw how my sister got treated by boyfriends. I read this thing that said when you are in a relationship with a woman imagine how you would feel if you were her father. That's been my approach for the most part.

I think that every therapist that I know including my dad and my sister have their own issues. But that empathy is what makes them good at their job.

Recently I was in Bernalda my dad's ancestral home town in Italy. He has just refurbished a palazzo and turned it into a hotel so we had my sister's wedding there. It was beautiful.

I was born in Corpus Christi Texas the youngest of four girls including my oldest sister Lisa who has special needs. My mom was a special education teacher and my dad worked on the Army base. We weren't wealthy but we were determined to succeed.

As a brother and sister our tastes were pretty different growing up. He liked a lot of early hip hop. My dad didn't understand it and would try to talk him out of it.

I was born and brought up in Liverpool with my clever little sister Jemma who is 14 and wants to be a vet. My mum Jane is an administrator and my dad Peter is a taxi driver.

I've got a really great family round me two sisters and an older brother and my mum and dad. Everybody's equal.

Both my mum and dad were great readers and we would go every Saturday morning to the library and my sister and I had a library card when we could pass off something as a signature and all of us would come with an armful of books.

I stayed in Baghdad every summer until I was 14. My dad's sister is still there but many of my relatives have managed to get out. People forget that there are still people there who are not radicalized in any particular direction trying to live normal lives in a very difficult situation.

I was born in 1968 just eighteen months after my sister Chrisse and just one year after Dad passed the bar exam.

I was into all kinds of music as a teen - country music because my dad was in a band that played country and whatever my sister and brother were into.

My sisters have been baptized and my dad is a deacon at his church now. Sadly my mother passed away but what I can say is that the Jehovah Witnesses took very good care of her up until she died.

I had lost relationships with my dad my brother and sister and I was just like you know what this is definitely the time to just get it together and so that's what I did.

I used to have a silk dressing gown an uncle bought in Japan and when I came downstairs in it my dad used to call me Davinia. There was never embarrassment about that kind of thing. My sister used to dress me up a lot. She thought I was a little doll.

My parents were kind of over protective people. Me and my sister had to play in the backyard all the time. They bought us bikes for Christmas but wouldn't let us ride in the street we had to ride in the backyard. Another Christmas my dad got me a basketball hoop and put it in the middle of the lawn! You can't dribble on grass.