These are my forehead wrinkles. I wonder if they correspond to the ones in my brain:
This is one reason why I love my mother. She sent her first text message last week. Just brilliant. I thought I had texting efficiency and economy down:
When I opened the door to my room yesterday after school, I found three pairs of shoes arranged in a triangle on the floor. It was the first thing I noticed. I did not do it on purpose. I have been trying to figure out what it means and trying not to step into its mystical center. Just because it’s St. Patrick’s Day doesn’t mean I should press my luck. Neither should you.