In second grade, I joined the Girl Scouts, “where girls grow strong.” In high school, long after almost everyone I knew had abandoned the group as a nerdy club, I…
-
-
Before The rumbling went on for months–earth-shaking, steam-venting. Everyone on edge. The volcanologist on the mountain and the mother of a teenager who had crossed the line from adolescent angst…
-
K. stopped eating breakfast in May. In the months preceding, I watched her carefully consider which bowl would house her yogurt and granola while she pulled different handmade vessels from…
-
Currently, I have neglected my self-laden responsibilities. In all my efforts this year, I still struggle with the importance of self-made deadlines. I work in an office pursuing a career…
-
“How fitting!” said the woman at the mall, her rosy cheeks flaring up. “How fitting!” said the man in the grocery store, waiting in line in front of us to purchase his…