Plastic gemstones leave red lines at my wrists, and chalk catches in my breath. There is magic in the weightless flight of spinning...

Tiny hands, there is so much I want to tell you. When you cry, I see mascara stains at your cheeks, for a second I see the future. And...

When I was young, my mother would pack us all into our old red Jeep and take us to The Farm. That's all we ever called it, this oasis of...

When I read the words in faded pencil, the ones hidden behind a shiny pink and grey cover, I feel nothing. I think, maybe I was lying....