disabled children

For as long as I can remember, my younger sister and I have been nearly inseparable. When she was little, she beat me with num-chucks, peed on me, stood on her head when sent to the corner and was otherwise a pain in the ass. But, even when she was annoying me, I thought having a little sister was the greatest.  Read More »

I am the oldest of seven children. All of them are either step siblings, half siblings or in Brenda's case - adopted (she's actually my cousin and my father took custody of her). So I was not one of those only children that got used to things being all my way or all about me (not that all only children have that situation - no offense intended) and than recieved a shock later in life.  Read More »

I freaking love the stickers on bananas. Seriously. Every since we were kids, my younger sister and I would sneak off a sticker and apply it to the forehead. We would then commence to walk around the store, smiling and giggling like idiots.  Read More »