I could write a book about that

"Quickly, she decided that I couldn’t write a book if I made her look like shit, and even quicker, she decided it need to be fiction."

Here is an excerpt of Aunt Brie's blog post from May 17, 2019:

Life is Not Fair Except If You’re Caleb

May 17, 2019

"I finally came up with a solution of how I’m going to “make” it this week. My sister and I are on good terms right now. I know this because she FaceTimes me multiple times a day to talk about the handbag line she’s been trying to get off the ground since 2004.

The truth is that the best writing I do is about my family. And motherhood is a hot topic these days that everyone is writing about, but motherhood done like my sister is a unique fucking specimen.

“Can I write a book about you?” I asked my sister. I was walking the dog, which is my nightly routine now so that I can have a moment to myself away from my husband and children. Her adorable daughter was chirping “hi! hi!” on the screen next to her. My cousin Brian was also there, which I didn’t find out for a full five minutes into the conversation. In the background, my dad could be heard screaming about where the car keys could be found.

“Yeah, sure!” my sister said. “But can I get a part of the proceeds?”

“Of course,” I said. “We can get famous and go on a speaking tour together.”

“I don’t need the fame,” my sister said. “I am already going to get that from the handbags.”

Quickly, she decided that I couldn’t write a book if I made her look like shit, and even quicker, she decided it need to be fiction. I came to a clump of lilacs, and wanting to smell them, ended the conversation.

I could write a book about my sister easy. It would be magnificent, and if life is any indication, no one would read it but my family, who would disown me for it."