They say we should get over our grief in a year, like a light switch, turning on, turning off. But it doesn’t work like that.
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Ami Sands Brodoff
Avelia glances back at Sister Marie, who nods slowly, her arms folded across her habit. Now Avelia knows: this lady is The One.
No oxys, no benzos, no sleeping pills, not even a bottle of Percocet.
Vibration before sound, that’s how it starts. You could be at school, at home, anytime, anywhere. You hear mumbling and feel your lips twitch as you mouth words. Keep on your noise-cancelling earphones, never go anywhere without them. Listen […]
Collier was born a boy, but when I knew him in high school, he called himself two-spirit, fluid.
