A few months ago, while cleaning out a closet, my sister Aggie stumbled upon a piece of the past, a small shard of our lives as siblings. Folded and tucked inside a small Sanrio Keroppi tin she used to use as a piggy bank, was a note my little sister had written to me in…
“You’ve Got a Long Way to Go”
“You’ve got a long way to go,” he said. The words stung like hell. I knew he meant well; he always did, but I wish he had just slapped me instead. It would have hurt less and that kind of pain eventually goes away. “You’ve got a long way to go.” The words kept echoing…
Hope Wears Converse and Skinny Jeans.
Do you suffer from teen phobia? Do you shudder in fear when you see a group of adolescents walking towards you in a crowded shopping mall? Do your ears bleed when you hear the lyrics of popular music playing on the Ipods of Generation “WhatTheHell?” Do you scowl at the youth of today and tsk…