Trying Out Beautiful

One of my jobs is cleaning houses. The one I am doing this week is so beautiful, with old dark wooden floors and ancient door knobs. I couldn’t help but tell my photographer friend about it, how she just had to come take pictures of it. And it turned into a photo shoot that included... Continue Reading →

Don’t Talk About My Weight

I started sucking in my stomach before I wrote my first poem. I was nine years old and sitting in the living room at the house we had up in Lawrenceville, Georgia. Mom had just bought me my very first two piece swimsuit. It was bright teal with a sequined palm tree on the chest... Continue Reading →

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