Florida. My home. I think of Florida every time I see a snowflake fall from the Connecticut sky. I think of Florida every time I hear a classmate complain about the New England heat. I think of Florida every

Hanging out with friends, laughing and playing around. No one would think that something was wrong, because no one would know about the journey that she was going through. Someone with a healthy-looking face, and a well-exercised body wouldn’t

Everybody has a hot dog story.   My story starts at a little shack down on the Connecticut River. They called this shack a restaurant, although with the militant rats rampaging, the grease coating the ceiling, and no running dishwasher,

You can’t.                                                                                 

When I was in fifth grade, I was directed to bring home a yellow doctor’s note to my mother and along the way I beamed with excitement. My enthusiasm was alarming because that note meant that I had not