I am unsure if I am daydreaming of my childhood or if I am dreaming of having kids of my own.
The passage of time wears heavy on your friends’ shoulders.
It’s one foot after another, it’s about keeping her head down, nose to grindstone. But can she actually breathe?
That Girl is Wild, they said. Unusual and queer, one to steer away from. But perhaps there is more to her than what you realize.
