Grace

I look down at my hands splayed on the blue granite of the bathroom counter. This is the part of the day I hate the most. I don’t want to face my reflection in the mirror. I know what I look like. I have memorized the fine lines and wrinkles that are starting to show …

You can’t step outside without cringing at the desperate weeping in the streets. I look around and all I see are a bunch of children who can’t believe they’ve lost. They can’t believe the rules were not in their favor. How dare someone beat them at their own game! These kids haven’t learned to be …