my parents told me at age 36 that i was a twin. i wasn't the youngest of three girls after all, i was a big sister! my little brother, born 45 minutes after me, was stillborn. that is a lot to swallow at any age. that evening became one of many that i wrote poems about my twin, and began to put my thoughts onto paper. once i got a pen in my hand, i couldn't stop! this truly was a gift i received from my dad. writing came easy for me; it was like therapy. living out the life experiences would prove to be the difficult part. i believe that living life is how we make memories and memories should