  I became a big brother. And while my little sister and I fought like cats and dogs all the way through junior high, we've become best friends as adults. She's an excellent teacher who keeps her kids wrapped around her little finger; a spectacular mommy who's raising the two most delightful, articulate children; and a beacon of inspiration for anyone who's ever tried to be a thoughtful friend, get the best deal on a car, manage a household, organize a party, or live with a frustrating food allergy (in her case, gluten ... which is in EVERYTHING).
Happy birthday, Jenny. I love you! * * * * * In other news, there was a guy on my elevator this morning reading my queer-ass urlLink Chicago magazine profile without realizing he was standing right next to me. Trippy. 
