Scars and Beauty Marks

The year was 1984. I was sitting in Mrs. Woodward's (my babysitter) dining room with the tutor when the doorbell rang. It was my English teacher. She wanted to hand deliver a copy of Cornucopia-the magazine that published student writing from around the country. My story had been published! The victory was bittersweet. I should … Continue reading Scars and Beauty Marks