Dear Dawn, Look at yourself now. You used to be so shy, and I suppose you still may be but you’ve taken the time to grow. You aren’t the same Dawn, you aren’t the awkward little teen I used to know. You used to pick…

The wine glass rested downside upon a hardback book Overlooked by some but not by me I was not stubbornly knitting Ignoring the world with my head in the sand I was not a coward. While mother kept knitting her stupid blanket I was required…