Bri's Own World

When my brother and I were growing up, we often spent time with friends of the family Megan and David. David was three years older than Megan, and I was almost two years older than Vinny, my own brother. I remember how flabbergasted my brother and I would be when Megan and David would fight. And let me tell you, they fought. The reason we were so surprised, though, was because we didn’t fight. At all. Ever. Read More…

One of the best things about getting older is being able to talk to your parents as if you’re almost equals.  I say almost because if I slip up and swear or say something inappropriate then I can still get grounded. But almost equals is better than them calling each other “mommy” and “daddy” and having to tell me that there comes a point in life where you can’t wear gaudy, flowery, spandex bike shorts out in public anymore. Read More…