What if…we changed our perspective?
Amelia drummed her fingers on the stadium’s armrest. Her knees bounced as she waited for the synchronized swimmers to dazzle them. She had been looking forward to the show for months. Her mother placed a hand on Amelia’s knee. “Will you stop?” The fifteen year-old...
What if…we spring cleaned our hearts?
Angela stared at her messy closet. Mismatched shoes lay on the floor. Coats scrunched together like sardines. Books, papers, and boxes piled high on the top shelf caught her attention. She crossed her arms. Where to begin? She pulled a box down, but two others fell...