Gratitude journal (with a sprinkle of spite): Fountain soda and NOT COFFEE
Tonight I am grateful for the joy of the unexpected Diet Coke that was delivered to me this afternoon. It was having an especially challenging day at school, mostly the…
A tickle. Not a tissue.
Clara had been in her crib for about fifteen minutes when she began calling for Mommy. Elysha thought that she was asking for a tissue, so she went upstairs to…
I am an upright, though occasionally marginalized, Pacific Islander.
When I am asked to indicate my race on an official form, I almost always check Samoan, or if not available, Other Pacific Islander. If none of these are available,…
