Staring games

You think you can intimidate me but I can see the ugly inside you. You think your crisp shirt and pressed skirt hide the dark stain but it bleeds through your pores. Your lower jaw juts forward ever so slightly daring me to maintain eye contact, challenging me to look Read more…

If you break it down

“It’s simple sorcery.” I’m impatient to get on with my critique of our sister Kari’s latest fan fiction but eight year old boys are the worst audience.  My brother Barry is not only the baby but he’s the only male in a very feminist all female household. Mom is always telling me to Read more…