I want to go back to that night. Just for a moment. Just to escape.
I walk down Colonial Ave. on my way to my favorite coffee shop, Cafe Stella. They’re open from 6:30 a.m. — 10 p.m.
I was in Sephora over winter break, looking for a new perfume, when a couple of girls who could not be any older than 11 shoved past me to get to t
I am fifteen years old and sitting in my dining room.
We all know what happens to the body when it reaches the end of life.
It’s 3:30 p.m. on Friday, January 12, 2024.
Dear Beloved Reader,
I am no stranger to the Unexpected. In fact, we are now old friends, but we weren’t always so friendly.
