The Musings of a Pacific Northwest Scribbler

Category: Middle School

  • Yes. I Cry A Lot

    I cry a lot now. Both of my parents are dead, and even though our family was dysfunctional, I miss them more than I know how to explain. There were times I wondered if I was loved—if I was just the pain-in-the-ass kid, half-hidden in the family, tolerated more than cherished. But even then, somewhere…

  • When I was 14…

    I was 14, fresh into ninth grade, and already in my second identity crisis. We’d moved from Washington to California right after elementary school, so at 11, I got the double-whammy of being the new kid and hitting puberty at the same time. Truly living the dream. In California, I was the girl from Washington,…