I have never been a beautiful girl. I am pretty, perhaps, but nothing more. For a long time, I didn’t notice, because my lack of physical beauty made me no less striking to the peopleContinue reading
Month: March 2018
The Anatomy of a Loss
Last November, the final petal curled its softness into bone (and my mouth tasted bruised for weeks). Death has a name that sounds like silk sliding over the ground, but she is not so soft:Continue reading