by Anonymous | 15th Mar 2019 | Identity
Sometimes I think my emotions run through my veins where everyone else’s run through their arteries. I don’t mean mine are limping back to the heart, oxygen delivered, pressure reduced; I mean that mine are there, visible just under the surface of the skin, not buried...
by Anonymous | 22nd Feb 2019 | Education
Steven was six feet and five inches tall, with arms and legs like spaghetti. He came to my class as a fifteen year old, having been removed from his mother to live with his father and his new wife. Steven had moved over 500 miles to do so and spoke with a different...
