Alyson
I am sure the college kids working at Blick Art Materials thought I was stealing. My overalls could be viewed as conspicuous, I suppose. On my final trip there, I bought four small oil pastels. All pink tones. Read More »
Thahabu
I’ve been visiting this library since my dad could push me in a stroller and cuddle me by the bookshelves while he read me Dr. Seuss. As I grew older and developed depression, the library became a safe space, where I learned to log out of stress by delving into books about girls who didn’t fit in—girls like me. Read More »