Damn you, Adam Silvera

When I was sixteen, I moved to a neighboring state without my parents. During my absence, my maternal grandfather died, and I had to return home to be with my mom. Her father's death broke her. At sixteen I was both annoyed and confused. My mother's father had been both physically and mentally abusive to … Continue reading Damn you, Adam Silvera

The Upside Of Unrequited: 1st Summer Reread

At eight years old I got served a sound bitch slap, with a side of wedding cake. It was my first experience with change, and I did not handle it well. Shit, did I mention I was eight? The bride was my oldest sister. She was fifteen when I was born; my mother was forty-eight. … Continue reading The Upside Of Unrequited: 1st Summer Reread