Tagged kids

Just Exactly Dead

I wish my point of view didn’t exist. Don’t want to be human, don’t want to sweat the small stuff, but when I do, I know an inner-explosion is about to occur. That being fed up thing. I used to point fingers forward, I trace all fingers back to me. I listened to the heartbeat…

Random Beach Trips

I love many things about my best friend Miranda but the top of the icing was when we were in her car on the way to the beach at 3:30 in the afternoon on Sunday afternoon. “I just checked the weather, there might be isolated thunderstorms but they might stop around seven if they do…

#Me Too Moments

He grabbed her. They were at the Mcdonald’s playground. She came up to the table. “I have something important to tell you.” “Wait a second until we are done talking.” Miranda continued her animated story.  Three minutes later, “Okay what is it?” “A boy grabbed me on the slide (she pointed at her tiny breast) and ran away!” “Where is he?” I demanded. She looked around.  She pointed to an empty table. “He’s gone.”  “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” I asked “You told me to wait.” She was right. “Interrupt next time, please interrupt.  This was a different important.…