Miriam invited me to blog on her site.

I was tempted to make her regret it by sharing some terribly embarrassing, yet amusing, story of her as a child; unfortunately, the only things I could remember were terrible things I did to her before swearing off pugilism. Well, there was that one time that I figured out she'd been using my toothbrush, but that story lacks entertainment value.

Thus, I'm left with no other option than writing a sincere ode to how I love my sister and am so happy that we have put our differences (and fisticuffs) in the past and have become fantastic friends.

Oh to be near my sister, Miriam, who I love and adore. If only California were not so far away....

See you in April, sis.