To my beautiful baby brother: you have to grow up in an age of social media and all of its toxins and it is not your fault. You have no control over it, nor do I. All I want do to is live it for you— the suicides, the mass shooting threats, every day lifeContinue reading “A Note”
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Mine
I remember the first time I knew I had a voice. The high school cafeteria, the salty pizza–the salted pretzels hanging in the air as my story concludes, “And I laid there until the police showed up,” To my house? My body surrounded by laughter I concocted how how can this be? I washContinue reading “Mine”
Reaching Joy 