February 1994. Valentine's Day was approaching and my kindergarten teacher had just announced that we would be having a Valentine's Day...

The closer I moved into the room, I could hear a confrontational tone that was not hidden well by the sound of running water.

From the moment she attempted to use flattery to deflect from the issue at hand, I knew. I knew I hated her. I'm not talking about some...

It started early. The subtle chipping away at my larger than life personality. My grandma always reminded me of this time when my dad was...

I laced up my blue and gray sketchers and adjusted my gold tshirt nicely into my black shorts that I had routinely been wearing for my...