The clock strikes four and an orchestra of horns starts to blare loudly, drowning out thoughts and radio static with harmonic familiarity. But this tune, while certainly impassioned, is not the work of...
“What will everyone think? Is it super obvious?”As Violet* organized her books for the first day of school, these thoughts ran rampant in her mind, dampening her usual excitement for the new year....
“What is beauty to you?”
Here is the irony. Two judges at the 1st round of a beauty pageant asked me this question.
Yet, I had no idea what to say.
As I sat there with a blank mind, I engaged...
