Wow, He’s Old

My little brother had a birthday last week, and he turned 25. The whole thing is rather frightening to me because I remember very clearly the day he was born. I was a perky four year old with wildly curly hair, so excited for what I was sure would be a little sister to play…

An Ironic Romance (Or How I Fell For The Electrician)

My sweetie and I don’t have a grand and sweeping romance story. No movie studio will ever call me up to purchase the rights to recreate our meeting on the big screen: that’s okay. I thought I’d share how it all happened with you, dear readers, to set the record straight. The irony is awesome….