This is Elijah, my Thanksgiving baby nephew. His mother, Sarah, is my little sister. We have the same father and all my life I’ve had to defend the fact that she is my sister, I don’t need to further define is as a half sister, which has always made me uneasy. Because I don’t think […]
Thanksgiving, I expected to eat my chicken (C’mon who likkkes turkey?) and fixin’s, put on fat pants and lounge around the living room. But a few minutes into dinner I got the phone call. On my favorite holiday and I barely had a plate of the most delicious food?! My sister was seven centimeters dilated, […]