Today Is Not About Me: It’s About the People Who Made Me, Me By Jeffrey Pillow on October 19, 2018 — 15 mins read Then, there’s my sister Jennifer, or as I call her, Jaunfa. My sister used to put the fear of God in men when I was a kid, and to be honest, probably still does. I probably avoided numerous fights as a kid because other guys my age were scared my sister would beat their ass if they laid a hand on me. She actually beat the shit out of one of my friends with a tennis racket once. And when I say beat the shit out of one of my friends with a tennis racket, I mean, she literally hit the poor kid over the head and in the body with a tennis racket — not the stringed part either, the metal frame — until he ran home crying and told his mom. I could go on and on about my sister (did I mention she once won a bodybuilding competition and has participated in Ironman events?) More
