They said I wouldn’t survive.
My teeth chatter as I pull the towel tighter around my shoulders.
I’m pretty sure my jaw is hanging open as my husband stands behind me with a goofy grin on his face, awaiting my response.
The sound of shopping carts rattling is right up there with children screaming.
Jon, what can you tell us about the recent developments?
“I quit.” I yell, throwing my ballet shoes on the floor to emphasize the point.
I stare at the lines and scribbles of the owl drawn in crayon hanging on the fridge.