Retakes
Retakes – CutUps
Jill was seventeen. Waves of thick red hair flowed like lava to her elbows. She checked black skirt and burgundy blouse one more time in the full-length mirror
Mother Told Me She Would…
Mother told me she would…
Well, here I sit waiting for mother. For the first time the bathroom seems larger than ever.
She has told me more times than I can remember, “Do NOT
