I remember the darkness of my room at eight in the morning, two days before I turned 16. The gentle taps on the door, the click of the knob opening and then closing, quiet footsteps retreating from my bedroom. I remember walking downstairs at eight-thirty, still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and finding … Continue reading Three Years Later: What I Do and Do Not Remember
I joined a rock painting/hiding group at the beginning of the summer. I didn't really think too much of it, maybe it would be fun to see what other people were painting. Then my mom found her first rock in a tree while we were walking, and she got so excited about it that we … Continue reading So, I paint rocks..!