The one thing we have in this world to hold onto is love. As banal as that sounds, it's the truth. Our clothes ...
The sliding glass doors open and out spews the glare of florescent lighting, along with the overpowering scent of ...
Sixth grade. Walking down the hallway of the school that still seems so big. Binder clutched close to my chest, ...
Time is an illusion. It is intangible, a mere figment of consciousness; you can’t sculpt it like a piece of clay. ...
Every day I walk past a sign hanging in the hallway next to the cafeteria. It’s been there, tacked up between two ...
One day in August 2010, my mother told my brother, father, and me that she thought she had cancer. A shocking ...
I first noticed something was wrong with Steve my Step dad when were goofing off one night. Sitting at opposite ...
It started out subtle, but eventually my family could tell that something was seriously wrong. For months my ...
My mom is petite, no taller that five feet two centimeters tall, but she stands stoically and proudly. She has ...
There is a loud metallic clack-clack-clack as a the roller coaster car begins to climb to its dizzying apex of the ...
Six years have already passed. Six years during which she made a vow to this code of silence. If in Sicily, one ...
I sometimes wonder what an alien would think if they studied human life from our movies. Their idea of human ...
I am ashamed of how I feel and I’m not afraid to admit it. I blush at the thought of what I want. The thought of ...