When I was 12 I cast a spell on my mom so she’d let me to go my friend Seth’s Bar Mitzvah. It was from The Good Spell…
by Isabella Rotman and Jacqui Shine
Bless Nicole Cliffe for bringing this to my attention:
The year I was a freshman cheerleader I was reading 1984. I was fourteen years old then and failing algebra and the fact that I was failing it worried me as I would worry…
Same.