Home Depot: Part 1

I'd say an important moment in my character arc was Home Depot. I started working at Home Depot as a cashier. There were very clear goals to meet. Get credit cards. Get Extended Protection Plans. Open every item and look inside of it. Ring everything up separately. I got credit cards. I got extended protection... Continue Reading →

Shifter Beach Resort Christmas Romance

This collection was okay. Some of the stories are better than others. The weird story with the kittens is my least favorite. Now, I'll fully admit I'm not super familiar with the Shifting Sands universe, but Chant bills all her books as books that can be read as standalones, so I didn't think I had... Continue Reading →

Costume

In 6th grade, one morning, I walked into school and burst into tears. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened that morning. My mom had told me to go find her cowboy boots and she had so many shoes and they were all piled up and strewn about her room. I took too long to... Continue Reading →

Nerve

One of the times that my grandparents intervened, I was nine. They had this idea that I was the one getting the worst of the physical abuse. I wasn't. It went Mary, me, Carly. Mary got the worst of it. But when my grandparents stepped in and took me away from my mom, she didn't... Continue Reading →

dotdotdotdotdot

It's so much work to be better. It's very hard. It's constant effort. And you do all of that controlling your thoughts, not letting yourself think, for nothing. When life is bad, it's so so bad and when life is good it's just eh. I think if a lightening bolt struck me and I died... Continue Reading →

go

We'd only lived with Mom and Jose for maybe 6 months when I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I was six and Carly was three. I missed my bedroom at Nan and Papa's house. I missed being around grown-ups who didn't yell at me and hate me. I missed nights after school, when Nan... Continue Reading →

i love you

When Mom told me Jose was moving out, I was very happy. I was ten. I was hanging laundry up on the clothesline and she came outside to tell me that. I was glad he was going, because the two of them fought all the time. He would call her fat, call her a pig,... Continue Reading →

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