Dear Sister, the backstory
Picture the scene: Me arriving home to find my youngest plopped on the couch happily watching tv alone, surrounded by her stuffed animals, blankie, and an assortment of the pretzels and crackers that at the time comprised most of her body weight and were the reason my nickname for her was Dry Salty Crunchy Carbohydrate. Me, … Continue reading Dear Sister, the backstory