We're all exhausted, I know. We're all tired of seeing the headlines and the Facebook posts spewing political rhetoric all over the place. But I have a question for you: Why should refugees have any less right to life than you do?
Let me just let you in on a little secret right now: graduation is nothing like the movies. I was very, very wrong.
I'm sorry. I know it's not your fault you were created this way; it's simply what you are. But Glitter, I cannot stand you.
The odds of having twins in the United States is 3 in 100 (3-5 in 1,000 for identical twins). Maybe that's why I have pretty good luck. I am a fraternal twin, and let me tell you, it's not all it's cracked up to be.
Desserts tend to hold a special place in my heart, memories, and stomach. One dessert in particular, however, has a gold-plated and jewel-encrusted freezer in each of those sanctuaries: the Birthday Cake Remix from Cold Stone Creamery.
It's a day I can remember better than yesterday. It feels like it all happened just a minute ago: black skies, piercing sirens, air heavy and warm, soaking up all our apprehension and fear, ready to explode. But most of all, I remember the silence.
This is where it all began. You know, that black and white speckled composition book you can buy for 99¢ at Office Max? This is where I learned to hope and be creative and find myself. This is where I became a writer.
As long as I can remember, our house has been filled with music. Our parents told us we had to learn an instrument once we were old enough, so music ranging from guitar to piano to violin could be heard ringing through the halls. I chose piano, and it was the best decision I ever made at seven years old.
Whenever people tell me I look like one of my parents, I usually laugh. And then I say, "No, I look like my grandmother." Which might seem a bit odd, but Nan always says to take it as a compliment. And, of course, I always do.