May be I am wrong
may be they are right
may be all of us
were born to fight.

I wrote a poem called the world doesn’t revolve around you, I sent it to my brother to read, we had not spoke in a few weeks, apparently there was a miscommunication and he thought I wrote it about him so I am writing this just for him for the love I have for him is very strong.

One summer I learned about magic and about love.

A short story about the joys and advantages of family told from the perspective of an oldest child of a large family.

You think it can’t happen to you, in your family…I know, because I felt the same way.

I was a crash test sister. For those of you who had older brothers, you will immediately understand what I mean. For those of you fortunate few who were only children let me explain. And for those of you who were the testers and not the testee, karma will eventually come for you. Oh yes, Karma with a capital K.

My siblings have helped me through my lifeת in good times and bad.