Linda Bragg shares some very personal memories in her moving essay "My Sister's Hands". 

... these graceful hands had nothing to do with tea parties or expensive rings. They dealt with the raising of four children, cooking countless meals, and rolling crust for holiday pies. Her hands washed mounds of laundry and dishes after a day of work pounding at her company’s computer. They cut the hair of homeless people as part of a ministry she loved. Her hands didn’t pick up teacups, but dainty seashells from her favorite Turtle Beach.