The Ugly Sisters


Joan, Karen and I call ourselves the Ugly Sisters. When Joan lived in Saskatoon and I visited from Alberta, I stayed overnight at her house and we tried unsuccessfully to get Karen to drive into the city and join us.


We got into our pyjamas, opened a bottle of wine, climbed into Joan’s bed and made up a silly story that I scribbled into my journal as we went (1997/98).We giggled like teenagers and later I copied it into a second draft, surely edited it somewhat, embellished it with glued-in graphics, and mailed it to Karen.


Wine helps, eh?




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