I’d decided to go big for my first tattoo, and this was my third and final sitting. “Almost done,” my tattoo artist said. “How you feeling?” “Feeling fine,” I answered. “Thankfully, I have a high pain tolerance.” Tony was the kind of artist who focused more on his work than on his conversation, s...
She was extremely wary of me, and for good reason. I was part of a memory she probably wanted to bury.It took us only five minutes to reach the park. She picked the bench. We sat in the shade of a maple tree, the fountain rushing behind us. The playground was packed, and the sound of screaming ki...
I felt oddly vulnerable in a way I never had before. One year at the beach, my best friend, Tiffany, dared me to run naked from one end of the park to the other. I did it without a second thought. I got banned from the beach park for the rest of the...