I could strike up a conversation, but that seems counter productive.
What am I missing most?
I did NOT like being beaten by kindergarten poop.
It's just that I'm not certain that I'm doing it right, this life.
We are done with waiting and hoping.
I have a confession. That's not me.
If the Obamas had a theme song, I would download it.
It’s the mornings that sometimes get me.
My future- when I imagined it- would be stunted by a drunkard husband or several sullen children who talked back to me and refused to make their beds.
Just for the record, I never liked that car.
I didn't know who was there.
Sometimes we weren’t with either of our parents. Those were the times when we relied on our aunts and uncles.
I bawled like my heart was on fire.