In My House
I am your typical first child in a family. I am fastidious, because, by default I was taught to be. I am sensitive to my parents and their desires and wishes; they wouldn’t want it any other way. I know, I know, any child not born first is going to raise the cry of ‘notRead More
String of Pain
I saw them in a perfect line along the top of her hand. “Like a string of pearls,” I thought. “Or five words, neatly written in a calligraphy of red on a tan manuscript.” They had a touch of artistry…
Dear K1, K2, and K3
I hear, in a roundabout way, that your teacher dropped herself on her head, and now you don’t need to have school for the rest of the week. I bet that’s a good feeling. Not having school that is. But…