Cherry Coke
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...
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Who am I even?
If you want to discover who you’re not, just attend a women’s church event. “Do you have kids?” No. “Are you married?” No. The “no’s” still ring in my ears from the list of times...