I have a sister who is six years younger than me. We are besties, which makes family functions and visits back to Rhode Island extra fun, however it has not always been that way. When she was born, my excitement over having a little sister quickly gave way to jealousy and resentment. Basically, I was a turd for many years. I wrote an essay about how that changed and what my sister’s friendship means to me, called “How My Sister Became My Best Friend“. It’s up on Club Mid at Scary Mommy, and I would love for you to click on over there to read it.