I Am Afraid of Being Unintelligent

I wanted to write¬†for as long as I could remember. From the day I saw Harriet the Spy, I became obsessed with documenting everything, and how I felt about everyone. Diaries were tucked on the side of the top bunk of the bed I shared with my younger sister. I was always careful to cap... Continue Reading →

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