Back in college, I made a promise to myself that I would never own a pencil skirt.
At the beginning of 2014, I declared that this would be the year of being fearless. Since then, I’ve successfully walked away…
The orange plastic sink scraped the metal floor of the van beneath the make-shift, plywood bed. This is my signal to get up. Long before daylight, I scour our campsite to recover the few items we’d left out the night before. We were…
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“Lloyd can I trouble you for a second Pal”.
Alex from next door had jogged past the driveway with his wet pepperami-ponytail
No glass slipper, princess, unicorn, or a genie in a bottle. As adults, we write our own stories in our personal…