To be a child again, careless and free, up watching Saturday morning cartoons.
This week, my younger brother was the victim of a hate crime. A friend of mine also learned this week that they have to fight a grave illness.
With all of the ugly in the world, today I just want to go back to a time in my life when my version of stress came from choosing between a Barbie or a Rainbow Brite tea set.
Today I long for silence—just me and Jem and the Holograms.