How is that the oldest son, with a college degree, a kickass job in tech and the mane of a Greek God becomes the family’s black sheep?
By all accounts and purposes I should be the family’s Golden Child. I’m educated, have a great career and am quite independent. Yet there is a fleeting sense that out of my three siblings, I am the black sheep. And the more I think about it, the more okay I am with it. [Read more…]