You’ve Got to Fight for Your Right to Your Voice

I have a distinctive voice. The kind of voice teachers wanted to hear read books aloud to the class. Part gravel and part bubble, my voice even as a child had enough weight to be taken seriously, but enough enthusiasm to be the captain of the cheerleading squad. I can't stand to hear my voice... Continue Reading →

I Dreamed I Turned Into a Trophy

Last night I dreamed I was in my cousin's childhood home in Avon Lake. In the dream, I went into the bathroom and closed both of the doors for privacy. While looking at my face in the mirror, I took a cotton ball and wiped my left cheek with cleanser. When I took the cotton... Continue Reading →

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