When I was 13, I carried a secret shame. We were so poor that I often went to sc…
When I was 13, I carried a secret shame. We were so poor that I often went to school with no food. At recess, while my classmates opened their lunches apples, cookies, sandwiches. I sat pretending I wasn’t hungry. I buried my face in a book, hiding the sound of my empty stomach. Inside, it […]








