The very thought of revealing a private part of your life that you had never decided to share until the moment you were alleged with sexual harassment is farcical, ludicrous and everything beneath the kitchen sink.
Dear air vents,
I feel like I’m on a blind date with myself.
It’s just me here in the computer lab of Pendergrass Palace.
I’m taking the term “I wouldn’t date you if you were the last...
The first moment I stepped into Biddeford High School, I realized that it smelled like Campbell’s chicken noodle soup and deodorant. Soup, because there was a weird smell wafting into the hall from the...
Have you ever tried to do homework sitting on top of a dining room table, holding an electric bug zapper, swatting at mosquitoes big enough to suck out your soul, while trying to stay away from a lizard...
