#OwnVoices: Is it my story to tell?

“Mimi, is that weird?” “Is what weird, Lil?” Her grandma stopped typing on her phone and looked up. “That.” I pointed toward her feet with a soap-bubble-filled finger. She was leaning against the sink, keeping me company as I washed. To me, it was obvious. “Standing. You know. Aren’t you afraid of falling? It’s justContinue reading “#OwnVoices: Is it my story to tell?”