There’s a home video of me sans my two front teeth, roller skating up and down the driveway while swinging around my near Crystal Gale-length hair. I had a hoarse voice due to a minor head cold, but it was clear I would have been healthy enough to sit in Ms. Parker’s first grade class and participate in a discussion about the philosophical meaning of “The Baby Uggs are Hatching.” For the first and last time in my life, I begged to stay home “sick” from school. My request was granted, luckily. I was too antsy, and I probably would have been misdiagnosed with ADHD if I tried to sit in school. My mother lacked the energy to argue, anyways—she was a little preoccupied going into labor with my baby brother.Read More
I've written a bunch of nonfiction essays as an as-yet unpublished collaboration with my sister I wrote several years ago. Read on and let me know what you think!