Her thoughts, written
Don't you love, walking into a familiar home? Maybe it's your parents, or your grandparents, your cool aunt's, or a just a close friend's house. But it's familiar, and it has been for as long as you can remember. The garage code is the same, the couch melds to your body perfectly, and you can … Continue reading 31
This is my hutch. Painted and given to me by my grandparents. Within its drawers, I encapsulated my girlhood experience. Notes, letters, birthday cards-- misspelled poems dedicated to crushes. Tiny trinkets and sacred artifacts-- rocks I thought were pretty, lockets that held deep magic. Inconsequential things to everyone but the girl who placed them there. … Continue reading Hutch
Clever Girl 