Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken. — Oscar Wilde.

The stories it would tell. It would tell you about the many, many nights I hugged it as I sat in the bathroom floor, too weak to go back to the bedroom between rounds of vomiting. It would tell you all about my heartbreak and the number of tears it caught. It would tell you… Read more

When I was a young teenager, I would call my biological father every week and ask him to come see me. He always had the same answer, “I’ll be there Saturday morning. See ya then.” Every Saturday morning I would wait at my aunt’s house for him to come. I would pass up spending the… Read more