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A letter to another sister. In my mind... I have spent my life observing my thoughts, actions, emotions, and habits and only in the most recent years have I come to realize that life was living me. I have always been on this path but I have only recently -I am embarrassed to admit - settled here full time. At least that is what I like to think. I have long been fascinated by the word love. What does any one KNOW of love? A word batted about, ab-used, substituted for action, an ignorant claim from the depth of despair. So, I moved on to integrity. I told mon ami that to be honest is to tend to the mind 24/7. Tending to my mind is a full time job. If for one moment I turn my attention away to look outside myself for change, my mind immediately presses on the gas, accelerating at warp speed down the gravel road, and I, tethered on the bumper of the pickup truck. All the while the "truck" races imagined demons while banging against pot holes and sharp rocks. The "truck...