Gossip is the foul smell from the Devil's backside.

When life sucks, read. They can't yell at you for that. And if they do, then you can ignore them.

We've fallen down on our responsibility to our children by somehow creating this world where they're surrounded by images of sexuality; and yet, we as adults struggle to talk to kids honestly about sex, the rules of dignity and consent.

Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.

I won the wintergirl trip over the border into dangerland.

I doubt trees are ever told to 'be the screwed-up ninth-grader.'

My English teacher has no face. She has uncombed stringy hair that droops on her shoulders. The hair is black from her part to her ears and then neon orange to the frizzy ends. I can't decide if she had pissed off her hairdresser or is morphing into a monarch butterfly. I call her Hairwoman.