In 2014, I started a compilation of letters to my little brothers, Dominic and Chad. They were transitioning into manhood and had gotten to the stage where open chiding brought to them immense scars to their egos. My unplanned assaults of kisses and hugs were no better. They brought to them embarrassment. Still, I wanted to let them know that I was proud of the good things that they did, and I wanted to dissuade bad habits, behaviors and thought patterns without seeming like the overbearing big sister. I also wanted to apologize for the ways in which I felt I had wronged them. It turned out to be so much more. I wrote letters to all my brothers: the ones in Christ, the ones who aren’t in Christ, the ones who are lost, and the ones who are found.