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I don’t know what the proverbial pot at the end of the rainbow was that you were imagining on May 9, 2019 but this feels like a pretty good one. Continue reading Two years in
I don’t know what the proverbial pot at the end of the rainbow was that you were imagining on May 9, 2019 but this feels like a pretty good one. Continue reading Two years in
by Mary Stathos I am 13 years old. I am walking to my locker between classes and my friend Jess walks up to me to give me a book that I absolutely need to read. Smack by Melvin Burgess. The book, which was given to her by our English teacher, is now mine to read. I don’t even know what drug the 14 year old … Continue reading Talk Vomit about sex and relationships in YA lit
Nirvana had it wrong. We should not in fact be all apologies. Continue reading Say What?