When I walk through the door, I will smile like I mean it. I will be charming and make jokes that everyone finds funny. I will be able to...

I want to change my hair. My hair has always been the same, ever since my mother gave me a parting when I was six or maybe seven. I...

Yolks of gold turn firmer and firmer as I watch them swirl and set in the frying pan. Translucent boundaries turn to a stark white, edges...