Three brothers. Three sons. One father, one husband. No sisters, no daughters.
My life is more testosterone than estrogen. I’m fine with that. I know that pine cones make great grenades. That looking at cars should go beyond the color and involve checking out the rims. That for some, roadkill is worthy of a double-take. Often, I’m rolling my eyes, but I’m usually paying attention, and I’m usually amused.
I love writing, and I love my boys. This is where I will write about the boys I love, and muse on life in general. Emily and I are excited to embark on our new adventure, Mothers of Brothers.