Friendship

Forming Myself in Their Image: A Tale of My Shoggoth

It often seemed like people around me didn’t have so much trouble learning what direction to grow in. They just knew how to become a human being. They knew when to say hello and goodbye, how to jump rope, ride bikes, what to talk about, and what to wear.

Growing up with Selective Mutism

The drive from Wellington, Florida to Chicago takes nineteen hours for a family of average luck.  Two days between the promise of a new adventure

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