“I thought of a buyer,” I told her quickly. “Me!” Shortly after I decided not to return to the halls of ivy where I taught college students with varying degrees of interest (or disinterest) in what I had to share, I met a friend on the avenue. As we spoke, she shared that she was
“I thought of a buyer,” I told her quickly. “Me!” Shortly after I decided not to return to the halls of ivy where I taught college students with varying degrees of interest (or disinterest) in what I had to share, I met a friend on the avenue. As we spoke, she shared that she was
So many of us carry secrets — some heavy, some light. Some that mean nothing, and some that change everything. Six writers tell stories of secrets kept, shared, and revealed
“I thought of a buyer,” I told her quickly. “Me!” Shortly after I decided not to return to the halls of ivy where I taught college students with varying degrees of interest (or disinterest) in what I had to share, I met a friend on the avenue. As we spoke, she shared that she was