I want to be in fifth grade again. Now, that is a deep dark secret, almost as big as the other one. Fifth grade was easy -- old enough to play outside without Mom, too young to go off the block. The perfect leash length.

Apologies mean nothing if you don't mean it.

Don't expect to make a difference unless you speak up for yourself.

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

Bologna girl, that's me.

I smile and play pretend through the Morning Show in the kitchen.

They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my skin, I can feel it, but every time I check the bandages, they're dry.