When I was five years old, my sister was born. Bryanna had big brown eyes, curly blonde hair, highly intelligent, and as strong and independent as they come. She didn’t need me.
At the cost of taking a blow to my machismo I write today about my marriages roles as far as who does what work around the house.
This one is for everyone who still believes in Santa.
When we were kids, I would sometimes sneak into my brother’s room early on Christmas morning, before we were officially allowed to get up, and we would whisper in the dark all of our theories about