When Irene threw a packaged chicken at me clear across the meat department, I thought to myself that this stuff is too funny not to go down on paper. A lot of my life has been spent acting out my scenarios of how to make my sister safer and happier. Mostly it doesn't work. I have written about the angst of being a normal sibling, and how it can make us slightly crazy. My sister Irene has provided me with more heartaches and more belly laughs than anyone else in my life. I wanted to share this with everyone who has a sibling with special needs, and with everyone who knows one. That probably includes everyone in general.