He always walked a little in front of me with his hands in his
black nylon jacket.
Class of 2014
The Inner Turmoil of Young Mail Men and Women in Training
During a brainstorming session, my mentor and I discussed how school for mailmen would be so fun. Turns out, it would not be fun.
Black Cherry Soda
It’s 2:45 PM and I have to meet Brooke at 3 PM.
The Feminist in Me
I was a feminist long before I knew what the word meant.
Happiness in Compensations
The day I see this, I will have achieved my happiness.