Fourth Grade Broke My Face (Memoir)

Fourth Grade Broke My Face (Memoir)

It was late September and I could feel winter coming. The leaves had changed color and the grass was nearly brown. Winter was always around the corner in Granite City. Snow often fell in October and stayed until May. At Westforest Elementary, teachers made us go...
I believe there is music in everything.

I believe there is music in everything.

There is music in everything. The rhythm of words as they’re written. Sentences wrapping around each other and building the soundtrack of our stories. The way the world moves through a camera lens. Images dancing to the pulse of the world. Voices speaking,...