Diary Serial
Before I know it, there’s pasta everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE, the director’s at your side, and I’m turning shades
Diary Serial
I was in a room full of counselors and campers and tutus and music and it was the last place I wanted to be
Diary Serial
How could I feel comfortable publishing something that I had once guarded as so intimately private?
Diary Serial
Mommy heard me out. She heard the desire and hesitation in my voice
Diary Serial
Something in her tone woke me up to a new possibility. Could it be that Mommy actually wanted me to come home?