Sisterhood of the Traveling Pillows

I started getting ready for bed and I noticed my pillow was missing. I immediately went to my sister’s bed, and found her reading with both of our pillows behind her. Me: “Can I have my pillow?” Her: “Oh, this is yours?” Me: “Yeah.” Her: “Here you go.” (she gave me the one immediately behind her, rather than…

That’s Not My Name

Every now and then I get asked how I got the name Sabina. The question doesn’t bother me: it’s an unusual name and people often assume that it has an interesting background. The trick is knowing whether they want the short answer or the long answer. The short answer is that my parents first heard the…