About the memories my sister and I had when we were growing up.

My sister and I used to fight a lot. This was my answer to that, it’s a bit tacky though.

My sister and I had a rather strong debate recently.

Inspired by my pretty nieces.

A poem about two sisters divided from the start and never making it back to each other.

A story about life getting so crazy, you have to find the humor in it.

Why do we fight as adults? why not take care of it all when we’re young and don’t know better?!

I wrote this when I was 14. For some sentimental reason, let me share it.

For anyone who has a sister to share there journey from childhood to adulthood.

Dedicated to Jo.

A tiny story of a troubled girl, A troubled girl with the name of mine. She ones was lost and always hurt. She came from helping her mother do drugs to running away to jail and to placements and now she has graduated highschool as a junior. And on her way to becoming someone.