I’m often comfortable trusting the untrusted. Those who have lost our confidence complain of a spotlight…a constant feeling of being watched or questioned. And those
THE MASKS WE CAKE ON
The first boy I ever properly loved was glorious. We were friends but naturally I developed feelz because I have eyes and I’m not dead
LIVIN’ LA VIDA LOUD
I live a small, but happy life. During the last quarantined year, my life has become a little smaller…and quieter. I share my home with
I’M SORRY I’M TIRED: AND OTHER CHILD-FREE STORIES
Disclaimer: I’m about to whine about fatigue and I have no children. If this is going to bother you, please cease and desist from reading
DEATH AND OTHER COMFORTS
At my funeral my friends will describe me as strong, driven, funny, sincere, and self-assured (see how I fooled them?). I know this because I
DIFFERENTNESS
When I was 7 years old, all of us girls had to gather on the square carpet in the middle of the Grade 2 classroom.
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