My grandmother shows me pictures from her twenties and I’m shocked at how attractive she was You were really beautiful I say and she smiles …
Dear Me: Aging Isn’t What We Thought It Would Be
So, not sure how to address this. I don’t know what to call myself. Guess I could just use my name. Or Whatever — When …
The Truth About Sweet Sixteen
Today may or may not be my birthday, and I may or may not be turning sixteen. I know, I know — the big one-six, …
Eighteen by Phoebe Lyons
eighteen shades I am eighteen shades of blue eighteen shades and my kneecaps they’re throbbing my wrists my veins my eighteen shades eighteen I am …
My Grandmother’s Garden by Samantha Chaffin
My grandmother’s garden is in bloom. After breakfast, we sit on the steps in her backyard. The stone is cool beneath our feet. She kicks …
How to Say I Love You by Rowena Taylor
I pace the aging dock, its wood groaning in the shallow water. My summer- browned legs quiver at the thought of walking the plank. I …