Women's Health

My Sister, My Guide

I have a deep bond with my twin, Danielle. And yet, we’ve never spoken.

I was the first one born—on a frigid January day in the Bronx, in 1971. Danielle emerged four minutes later, not breathing. She had swallowed part of the placenta, and the extended lack of oxygen to her brain caused a serious disability. Her doctors broke the news: She would never talk, never walk, and she would suffer drastically limited cognition. They

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