I wish I were three feet tall and he could pick me up and he still had a beard and he wore cotton sweaters that felt soft on my cheek and I could cry it all away and I would wipe my tears on his shoul...
I smile and play pretend through the Morning Show in the kitchen.
I sent a simple smiley face, because my phone did not have a smiley face that was wrapping her hands around her own throat and beating her head against a wall.
I scurry out to the three-way mirror. With an extra-large sweatshirt over the top, you can hardly tell that they are Effert’s jeans. Still no Mom. I adjust the mirror so I can see reflections of refle...
I need to finish this scarf/shawl/blanket thing so I can start something for Emma- a hat, maybe, or a sweater for her stuffed elephant.
I knew I wouldn't get an invitation. I would be lucky to get an invitation to my own funeral, with my reputation.
I have ten bucks in my pocket - what to spend it on? French fries - ten dollars' worth of french fries, ultimate fantasy.
I am thawing.
Ghosts are waiting in the shadows of the room, patient dull shimmers. The others can see them, too, I know it. We’re all afraid to talk about what stares at us from the dark.
Did he rape my head, too?
Dad: And that tree is sick. See how the branches on the left don't have any buds? I should call someone to take a look at it. Don't want it crashing into your room during a storm.Thanks, Dad. Like I'm...
Can't escape pain, kiddo. Battle through it and you get stronger.
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You look like yourself. Nobody else. Trust me, that's a good thing.
Welcome to the only class that will teach you how to survive. Welcome to art. This is where you find your true self, if you dare(16).
We are studying American history for the ninth time in nine years.
They're on their way to the foreign-language wing. That's no surprise. The foreign kids are always here, like they need to breathe air scented with their native language a couple times a day or they'l...
The winds of the desert have names. They feed on the bodies of broken children and rip out the beating hearts of men.
The night sky stretched on forever above me, the stars flung like glass beads and pearls on a black velvet cloak.
The gloaming that closed over us the cemetery had crawled inside his skin.