Behind the Glasses
Sonya Spillmann
I sat in a beach chair and cried. Not legit crying with sobs and shudders. It was subtle – the kind of crying where
I sat in a beach chair and cried. Not legit crying with sobs and shudders. It was subtle – the kind of crying where
We sat together, sipping coffee. She asked how I took my coffee and I replied, “Usually black.” She told me she was the same.
When I was a child, at times I felt a little crazy. Everybody in fourth grade was going about their business, it seemed— writing
I’ve noticed the gait of my stride has changed this past year. I’ve found that I’ve intentionally had to remind myself to “slow down