Stories get pieced together strangely. I can tell you a story about a hero. She saved many children by keeping them away from harm. She may have used violence to stop her enemies, but the children were safe at the end of the day. She gave the most she could and never asked for a … Continue reading Which side of the story?
Another friend jumps up and down while I sit chained to a seat. Another one. It happens so much now that I have a blurred image of how it happens. One friend sends question marks my way, shocked she could even win. Another jumps off the bed and runs towards me with an acceptance email … Continue reading Late bloomers unite