In Retrospect, a Response to a Poem I Wrote as a Teen
When I think of silence, I think about regret. When I was a kid, I was painfully shy. I remember that when I was in middle school, the other kids […]
Shyness: When your brain becomes a sea of mush and white noise
Underneath the futon, where I slept when I was home (my brother converted my old bedroom into his office – cutting a hole in the wall where our closets aligned… […]