My family still calls me the weird one, An appellation in which I take great pride. I've never been one to follow the crowds, Instead, letting my own beliefs be my guide. As a little girl among the hordes of people Living in slum dwellings of three rooms, I didn't believe the poor were valueless,... Continue Reading →
The Weirdness of My First Love!
Fandango asked us for the Fandango Dog Days of August Challenge to share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever to share about our first love. Here is my story. There was a guy in my school that I thought was the best thing since cornbread! I so wanted to... Continue Reading →
