This is a story about an ice cream sundae. Although it’s about so much more than that. It’s about a moment in time that makes you realize things don’t necessarily have to be the way you’ve always assumed they need to be. It’s about a...
“I don’t wanna…!” The voice sounds like a petulant, whiny four-year-old. But there’s no four-year-old here. There’s just me. That’s MY voice. My inner four-year-old complains loudly, annoyingly, through anything she...
