There is just something wrong with adults teaching kids how to be rockers.
I understood the blank stares and raw anguish when I asked those students about their homes.
Words have the power to bless or curse, whether they’re spoken, written, or thought.
As a child, whenever I walked to school in the rain, the earthworms frightened me.
I was, at that point in my life, an authority on nothing, except maybe seizures.
