The Girl Who Knew Shit

The group home is where I hear Pink Floyd: The Wall for the first time. There are 10 of us. Two teenage girls have their own room next door while the rest of us younger girls sleep in the other room with four bunk beds. The teenagers don’t usually talk to us, except to bum… Continue reading The Girl Who Knew Shit

Foster Home #2: The Well Intended Couple

*This is an excerpt from a longer essay titled, "Into the System." (W.I.P.)   They live in a rich community, and they can’t get pregnant. They feel sorry for me. They bear a vision of how I will be, with just a little polish and shine. Their house looks like a furniture brochure. I look like… Continue reading Foster Home #2: The Well Intended Couple