“She never quite found the words to explain it, but her tears didn’t come from a place of empathy—rather, they reflected something missing inside her.”
The warm glow of lamplight flickered across the wine-colored walls of Kenneth Roth’s New York City apartment as students trickled in, their gazes landing on the framed sketches lining the living room. Unlike typical works of art, these drawings—etched in … Read More
As my pearly whites crunch into the powdered sugar, chew it like thick, hot sand, as my tongue melts it to stained glass, as I pray to baby Jesus sucking on his lollipop, as his first molar waits to come … Read More