Caring for My Inner 8th Grader
It only took me 25 years, but I finally made it to Washington, DC.
Nov 6 · 7 min read

“Ok, everyone, raise your hand if you’re going to DC this fall. Who’s excited?”, the teacher clapped with glee, a little too peppy for my taste. Or maybe because I knew I was the only kid in class not going. I felt pressure to raise my hand, as to not call attention to that fact. I did the half arm…

