Paige D. Johnson
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Surviving Joshua
I once spent four days with peanut butter in my hair and cabbage in my bra, while wearing a pair of overalls made for a husky little boy. It was a bad week. But when I think of that week now, a tiny little smile always shows up at the corner of my mouth, just the tiniest of smiles, because honestly, despite the grief that smothered me like a heavy, murderous blanket, the whole event also had an I Love Lucy quality to it. I was a sad Lucille Ball, shuffling around my weird little apartment in clothes meant for a child farmer, with my hair sticking up and the leaves of a cruciferous vegetable stuck to my boobs.
By Paige D. Johnson3 years ago in Families
Clarity
She wore ill-fitting navy-blue flats, the shoes she wore to church with her parents. She hated them, but they were the only shoes that looked marginally okay with her outfit, which she hoped looked casual, like she hadn’t thought about it too much. Like she went on dates all the time. She thought about wearing her gold sandals; she loved the way they made her feet look like a more mature version of themselves, but she didn’t want to look too dressed up, too invested, as though she thought they were going to a red carpet event. Trey would probably be wearing shorts--that’s how boys were.
By Paige D. Johnson3 years ago in Humans