I am in Control

I often wish I were quick-witted. I wish I knew what to say the very moment it needed to be said. For instance, the other night in an elevator a preteen was standing across from me, noticed something weird about my face, and ran over to her friend to whisper in her ear. Her friend… Continue reading I am in Control


A Letter to My Mockers

To the two boys in The Fresh Market yesterday who pointed and snickered at me: I was too taken aback to confront you in the moment, but since I’ve had the time to process your asinine behavior, I have something I’d like to say to you. Grow up. You were only about 12 or 13… Continue reading A Letter to My Mockers