All that’s left
About the time I started middle school (or, as we used to say, “junior high”) I had exasperated my piano teacher to the point where
About the time I started middle school (or, as we used to say, “junior high”) I had exasperated my piano teacher to the point where
In the battle between self-improvement and self-acceptance, how do we find balance? Maybe it’s more of a dual than a duel.
Tessa and I had been on edge with each other all day. Finally in the early evening I invited her to cuddle with me on