My brother...

...is a great writer, as evidenced by the first few posts on his blog.


"T" is 11 years my junior. I spent most of my teenage years revelling in his cuteness and rescuing Mom from his constant mess-making by scooping him up each afternoon on my way to my room after I got home from school. There, I would wrestle with him, tossing him on my bed, tossing pillows on top of him, and just tossing things around in general. I even wrote a poem for him as one of my English assignments, expressing my wish that we would always be close.

He's a great guy, and an awesome uncle to my kids.

And his writing career is off to a great start.

Enjoy.