In my current very pregnant state, one could accurately describe my emotional well-being as fragile. Iffy. Psychotic. I don't pretend to be stable right now; the tears fall when I repeatedly drop my razor in the shower, and the curse words fly when the dogs lick the sliding glass door I just ... » Learn More about Freckles & Curse Words
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The Sister God Forgot to Give Me
Middle school was rough for me. Between break-outs and boys and the exhilarating yet terrifying release out from under the protective wing of elementary school, it was quite the transition period. Topping my Seventh Grade List o' Worries? A black kid liked me and while I didn't think anything of it, ... » Learn More about The Sister God Forgot to Give Me