12-year old Carol’s mother always tells her to mind her own business. But as she heard the commotion and saw the people staring into the alley, she couldn’t help herself. Three 16 year-olds were beating up a scrawny kid. The boy bled, badly, begging for help. The adults just watched. Mind your own business, echoed …
The leafy plant waited in anticipation to have its flower heads bloom. It wanted to know what kind of flower in the garden it would turn into. Would it be a white rose, a red tulip, a pink hyacinth, or a purple crocus? All great choices! When yellow petals bloomed, it realized it was …
They said I was wasted potential. My parents. My teachers. The admissions counselors. That college was out of reach for me. They said it served me right: for skipping school to play with my computers… wasting away my potential. In our family everyone goes to Harvard, but I was supposedly not even getting into a …
Life had limitless possibilities five minutes ago. Sure, my two kids narrowed life choices, but there were still possibilities. If we hadn’t moved. If Tom would have let me take that part-time job. But no. He wanted me to be a house mommy. It’s all his fault, really. He moved us to this stifling town. …
The caterpillar crawled from leaf to leaf desperate to satiate the hunger. No leaf would satisfy. The more it ate, the more it grew, the more it hungered. Then came the day that it was so fat it couldn’t move. It entombed itself, ready for the end. Life was tedious. It was ready for it …