By Cassie Fox In sixth grade, I suddenly found myself as the third F in a BFF trio. Amy and Danielle were lithe, pretty, blonde, popular; they were cheerleaders and safety guards, and wore Guess jeans in the perfect shade of acid wash. Though I couldn’t understand their newfound interest in me, ...
We can sail through our days forgetting about wonder, for our lives are filled with endless lists and programs and responsibilities and commitments. Yet sometimes, small occurrences of unparalleled perfection wrap their wings around us while hinting once again at the wildly delicious ...