To everyone, everything, that’s no longer mine

You left so many pieces of you with me — I’m a mosaic. You gave me pretty stained glass, and when you left it cracked into shards.

Dear mom and dad: love is not enough

I need my parents to like me. I think everyone does. For so long, because they did not like me, I did not like myself.

Slippery slope: more than just a fallacy

Despite ice being obviously not snow, members of the skiing club simply did not care, calling it close enough.