All the Things We Don’t Know
We keep getting messages, some true, some false. It’s too hard to make sense of a moment when you’re in it.
Marked
One day, her first love asked her to go with him to get a tattoo and she decided to mark herself with an image of the flower she was named after.
You Don’t Understand
My supervisors all tell me you never forget your first patient.
No Strings Attached
The concert was that night (THAT NIGHT!), so I ran upstairs to change. I hoped to find something trendy, something that would let everyone at the concert know that this nine-year-old could ball.
Hips Don’t Lie: The Story of a Broken Bone & A Broken Ego
This is also the first time I ever took ibuprofen.
A Brand New Bag
You have to choose a direction every single day and hope you’ve chosen right.
First, Grow Up
First, you’ll notice that the world isn’t just orange push-ups and Math Blasters on CD-ROM. Then, you’ll notice that there are people with Flip Glosses, hair straighteners, and boyfriends.
Dulce Domum
But to return to reality, the sweet normality of home becomes sweetest after absence. The familiar is defined by exposure to the foreign and new.
First Frost Wine
Gather the large stock pot (it’s in the basement), a pillowcase from the linen closet, sugar from the pantry, the glass mixing bowl, and a yellow packet of yeast from the refrigerator door.
Out and Back
And I realized these are the first things: not medals or adventures, but the cinch of laces around a foot and reliable slide of mud and bitter perfume of sweat rising like smoke off shoulders.
