To say my family was unconventional would be an understatement. Thirty years ago, my mother was supposed to be doing her married best friends a favor by carrying their child. The child they wanted turned out to be twins, and she moved in with them for eight months so they could shower her with care and attention. Somewhere over the course of that time, they all fell madly in love. So my sister, Promise, and I were born into a three-parent household filled with more love than most people ever saw in their lifetime.
