I’m the girl who trips on the dance floor and can’t find her way to the exit. All eyes on me.

I stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.

Having to parent your mother or father is a challenge that way too many teens have to deal with. Teens whose parents are dealing with substance abuse, financial hardship, job loss, mental illness and divorce deserve our love, support, and compassion. I wish America would stop judging and criticizing teens and instead, try to understand the battles they have to fight every day.

I want to make a memorial for our turkey. Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.

Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.

We swore sacred oaths to be strong and to save the planet and to be friends forever.

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.