Hand-Me-Downs“Cold hands, warm heart,” my grandmother chuckled, squeezing my hand so tightly that my bones gnashed together. I smiled through the…Mar 7, 2021Mar 7, 2021
They don’t know you like I do.He says, “That’s what you do. Leave people and places.” He tells me it’s fucking exhausting. “Go. I don’t want to talk to you again.”Jun 16, 2020Jun 16, 2020
