This is what it feels like. You are in second grade. You do alright with your grades, your classmates. At home your parents think you are the most beautiful person alive. You are a second grader that someone would glance at and think, 'Cute little girl'. But, something is wrong. You're little so you don't understand. But you can feel that you are not like the other kids. They like you, but you secretly don't know why. Everyone around you acts like you blend, so you try to blend.

You grow… Continue

When I was a kid we lived in a house in New Mexico. This was the only house I remember ever living in that had a washing machine. Not washer and dryer, but a washer, then the clothes would be hung on the line

in the back yard.

The washing machine had a big, black, hard, rubber tube that went from the back of the washing machine, through a hole, hand cut through the back door, and then it stretched out to the field behind the house. So the water would come out of the back of the washer… Continue

This has been on my mind for weeks. No, there is nothing wrong with me. I went to a funeral and now my mom is not great. So the idea of 'mortality' is on my mind. When you have to plan a funeral for a person, there is so much to do in a really short amount of time. So, I'd like to make it easy for my Family and friends....

I would like to be cremated. I do not want, I don't care how much money I have, to spend ten thousand dollars on a cushioned box. I want someone to go to Ross Dress For… Continue