A Skin-Colored Bandage

A skin-colored bandage covers the rot, the festering past, all the things that you're not. When no one's around, you pull back the cloth and pick at the flesh 'til your mouth starts to froth. Today, we must show up to prove we're the best; there's no room for failure and no time for rest.... Continue Reading →

One Little Ball of Dirt

I attended Catholic school as a child and vividly remember the excitement as blaring sirens drew hundreds of of plaid skirts and navy shorts into a dozen single-file lines. When the monthly fire drills went well, the principal--a stern, gray-haired nun--would announce a "free dress day." The prospective of leaving my stiff skirts and collared shirt... Continue Reading →

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