The day I spilled my cherry coke. It wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to me that day, but it’s a moment I’ll cherish with a tight embrace of hatred. It was dark. A...
I watch the eyes glaze as I go deeper into my story. I notice body language slouch as I continue to talk. I pour out the emotions of my day, but I know there’s a...
I don’t understand why you can’t understand me. No, I’m not complicated or complex or full of deep mysteries. I’m normal. Just me. Or so I thought, until looks and glares and comments shoved...
“Did you move that cereal box?” I ask. My sister curls her lip and flashes a side eye. “The one up there above the fridge? It wasn’t facing that way earlier.” Again, her face reads...