(This essay originally appeared on Grown & Flown where it was awarded SheKnows Media BlogHer Voice of the Year 2017.) * * * Left behind, but I couldn’t look away. Her face was smooshed up against the scratched, opaque plastic, and seemed to be suffocating, for lack of air, lack of love, I don’t know, but I just left her there. If her mouth wasn’t sewn shut, if her little arms
You can’t win if you don’t play: I won something
Check me out: I’ve been a woman with a mission, checking goals off my to-do list, entering contests, submitting stories, doing what needs to be done as a writer with bills to pay, people to see, and places to go. I send away, then check things off my list like it’s Taquitos and toilet paper at Costco, vowing to throw spaghetti at the walls until something of mine sticks. It stuck. Apparently, I have a voice. Actually, a Voice of