I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through.

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.

You must walk alone to find your soul.

I look at my homely sketch. It doesn't need anything. Even through the river in my eyes I can see that. It isn't perfect and that makes it just right.

If I ever form a clan, we'll be the anti-cheerleaders and walk under the bleacher forming mild acts of mayhem.

Sometimes being an adult means doing the right thing, even if it's not what you want.

They say they have noticed me drawing. I almost tell them right then and there. They noticed.